"Deposit another quarter to continue your call, asshole," I said. I thrust my staff toward the shadowy image, this time, focusing my will into a full-fledged attack. "Stregallum finitas." Scarlet light abruptly flooded over it, devouring its edges and moving inward. The image snarled, then gasped in pain. "Dresden! My demon will roll in your bones!" And then it broke off into a scream of anguish as my counterspell began to tear the image-sending apart. I was better than whoever had made the image, and they couldn't hold the spell in the face of my counter. The image and the scream alike faded slowly into the distance until both were gone. I allowed myself the smallest touch of satisfaction, and then turned to the woman on the ground.
This scarlet light attack from Harry in Storm Front reminds me of the attack on Demonreach whereby the scarlet dissonance occurs with the landing of the barge and it then travels to the middle of the island.
