Carrion sneered then barked out his orders,
"Go."
Arde muttered incantations on his breath, his fingers twisting as he performed various hand signs in quick succession,
"Come forth; Sekth, Mylora."
The world around him dimmed slightly as two grand magic circles appeared from behind.
One was pitch black, the color of nightmares.
The other was a pale ghastly grey, the color of death itself.
"Spread your wings, Ifrith."
A third magic circle appeared above him, this one smaller than the others.
It as a deep crimson, the color of coals.
Out of the first magic circle, a set of black claws burst forth.
With it came the stench of death and the desolation of darkness.
Cain frowned
Upon closer inspection, the creature itself was not an actual living being. Rather , its body was made up of innumerable grains of black sand.
It was a {Sand Wraith}, just like the one he had encountered with Boulder and Lucia.
Thinking about those two made Cain feel just a bit more rage...
