A completely innocuous breeze circles the fortress. Nothing out of the ordinary going on here, nope.
And he reaches for power -
- and he doesn't have enough.
That hasn't happened in two thousand years. But there it is, clear as day. The whole hurricane force of his foundation spell's entire output is insufficient to kill Melkor.
But it's a fairly simple trick, if he can power it.
And pain is not a scarce resource around here.
He spreads out, inhabiting the air currents throughout the entire fortress. And anywhere he finds someone in pain, he picks up the power and feeds it into his foundation. More and more, spinning up into a storm of power ten times, a hundred times as big as he's ever touched.
If he was anyone else it would be insane to even think of trying to handle this much. If he fucks it up, he won't need to trip some kind of divine deadman switch to crumble the continent; it will be in pieces and on fire.
But Serik Tanaikon is very, very good at handling pain magic.
He picks it up.
He - makes - Melkor - stop.