He dispelled his spell and slashed the wand across his chest as he quickly chanted an ancient incantation. Thick, purple lightning   tore   through the air and struck right into the wriggling darkness, evaporating it after a pained screech. Jon gasped for breath as the cost of this was particularly hard on his current magical reserves. The smell of ozone was heavy in the air. Taoist heavenly lightning was indeed the bane of all darkness and evil. It was quite effective, despite the overly flashy name the creator had given to the enchanted lightning.