Zalgus may freely cast his abilities.
Chains of Fate
Zalgus throws spectral chains in a target direction, dealing 50 / 95 / 140 / 185 / 230 (+0.6) magical damage to each enemy they pass through. Each shaper struck becomes rooted for 0.75 / 1.0 / 1.25 / 1.5 / 1.75 seconds, revealed for 5 seconds, and releases lesser chains that link to other nearby enemy shapers. (Links break if stretched too far.) Whenever any linked shaper is damaged by one of Zalgus's attacks or abilities, any other linked shapers that werent' damaged by that ability take damage based on how many shapers are linked together. Two Shapers Chained: 100% Damage. Three Shapers Chained: 85% Damage Four Shapers Chained: 70% Damage Five Shapers Chained: 55% Damage
Burden of Knowledge
Passive: Zalgus summons abook that follows him, dealing 15 / 30 / 45 / 60 / 75 (+0.55) bonus magical damage each each basic attack. Every 24 / 22 / 20 / 18 / 16 seconds, the book becomes empowered, causing Zalgus's next basic attack against an enemy shaper to slow the target by 40% / 50% / 60% / 70% / 80% decaying 0.5 seconds. Active: Zalgus's piercing gaze reveals all enemies in a massive 3040 range arc for 3 seconds.
Zalgus creates an astrological portent at a targeted location. After a short delay, light erupts from the portent, dealing 80 / 130 / 180 / 230 / 280 (+0.75) magical damage to nearby enemies.
Multi-Cast: Zalgus focuses briefly, then opens a forbidden tome in a targeted direction, unleashing a blast of energy that deals 275 / 375 / 475 (+0.8) magical damage to the first shaper it strikes. If the blast kills a shaper, Zalgus enters a trance for the next 12 seconds in which he may recast Final Chapter each time he kills an enemy with it.
Good fellow, do I appear suited for physical labor? That is why those of my class employ those of your class. I spend as much time honing the keen edge of my intellect as your spend honing... hm, the size of your biceps, I suppose? I read too much? Oh, surely you jest. One can't read too much. It is like unto claiming that one can breathe too much. So long as there are words yet to be read, it is my privilege - nay, my duty - to seek them out and wring from them the last dregs of truth's sweet wine. But perhaps this is envy speaking. Do you find your own wits muddled by exposure to the written word? I'll pause so you can unpack that statement. Still with me? Ah, I can tell by the way your mono-brow furrows that you are. Whoop! No need for violence, now. I - ha! - I assure you, I'm quite capable of - ah! - dodging such clumsy blows. See here, good fellow. If you - hup! - insist on - hah! - pressing the issu-! That was volume six of Nisterius' "History of the Karthic Speaking Peoples." How is your head? Can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up? Well, of course I hit you. Really, sir, I've only two cheeks to turn at your repeated insults. Four if you're vulgar. Ah, and I can see my lovely sister boiling over here now. Doubtless to waggle her finger at me for abusing the help. She's so uptight. Speaking of which, I've heard you and your cohorts' lascivious comments regards her posterior. I do suggest you tell her this was an innocent misunderstanding between us. She would throw something far heavier than a book at your head.