how did the eldlitch the mad golden lord get destoryed in this chain: chain1 artmage pact -awakening-, chain2 eldlixer of the glorious golden lord, chain3 artmage finmel, chain4 artmage garflare, chain5 nerva the power patron of creation. Chain resolves: chain5 then chain4 then board wipe, chain3, chain2, chain1 

Would you rather be the one who tells the truth or the one who tells only lies?

Cassiopeia was flying back in for another pass when the smokescreen hit her. She gasped in shock. It was nothing damaging, of course, but she was literally flying blind for a few moments, unable to locate the Horsea to complete her attack. Of course, what she did not know was that Fuyumi’s Horsea had disappeared from the battlefield entirely, replaced by an Abra who was charging up something dastardly. Quinn called out, hoping to help Cassiopeia reorient herself and warn her of the incoming attack, but only the former was successful. As Cassiopeia returned to Quinn’s side, the ice clipped her on the side and sent her tumbling out of the sky. She ended up crashing into Quinn’s outstretched arms. She was still conscious, but only barely, and even if she could fight, Quinn did not want her to with a face covered in soot and the threat of another ice ball. If Fuyumi could switch Pokémon and adjust her tactics, so could he. Quinn did not like Fuyumi that much. Casting doubt on hir ethereal nature was one thing -- insulting, to be sure, but commonplace enough to be ignorable -- but the fact of the matter was Quinn did not see how such a person was fun to be around. There was the muttering, the belittling… Quinn had not been blessed with aurasight, but even without such ability, Quinn could tell that Fuyumi’s was a dull grey; it was fully incompatible with those around her -- allies and opponents in equal measure. In one sense, Fuyumi controlled the battlefield. The Smokescreen was only now starting to let up -- Cassiopeia had not yet finished cleaning the irritant out of her eyes. But in another sense, there was a whole tactical axis that they both had been ignoring, and Quinn chose faer next Pokémon accordingly. She whispered instructions to one of its Pokémon and tossed the Pokéball high into the air. Out came Pisces the Goldeen, though not with the traditional illeistic cry, but with a shrill noise, one only just within the audible register. What could fog do against such a Supersonic attack? Pisces was still airborne, but that was to his advantage. His horn glowed -- symbolic of the incoming Peck -- and he used his fins to angle his descent as he came crashing down into the Abra.