Fire lit the interior of what seemed to be an empty throne room with banners held aloft by some form of magic. The cold air crept into the room despite the large fire in the center of it. As the room settled from the cold winds bashing against the windows shades darted for the Throne itself, only to stop before it and start to rebuild that of a figure. 

As the miasma took shape a hand reached through it revealing the Warlock to an absent audiences. It was another lonely night in a kingdom of tribes, yet he didn’t mind. The peace and quiet was more than enough for the crownless king. Reaching to his side the beast felt the wound, still bleeding slightly but not going to kill him, with a grumbling distaste. Taking his chair the creature looked out across the hall. Empty as normal despite the sounds of people marching just beyond the halls threshold. A place that felt calm and removed from the world outside, but then again this is how he had ordered it to be. Only one person was allowed to enter but she wasn’t present at the moment.

Turning to his left hand the man found part of the blade that had been inside him but moments before. With a deep chuckle he held it up before him looking at it. Slowly the metal started to rise and change shape, going from the broken end of a blade to that of a smooth round disk. As this happened three dark purple flames ignited around the disk’s edge and with a breathless spell the object started to spin. Energy arched around from the object as its rotation became so fast that it started to blur, and from this a sphere grew from the center getting larger and larger moving back away from the caster till it was a good fifteen yards away. As the Sphere left the confines of the rotating disk the wisps moved with it, keeping the same distance from the black sphere.

[color=0072bc]“Anoikto, se Keno.” 
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As the words left his maw the expansion stopped, its new size the same diameter of his body length.

[color=0072bc]“Kaleste to Pnevma Walker sti gi ton nekron.”
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Obeying his command the wisps entered the sphere, now giving off a dim blue glow. With a snap of his fingers the main door to the hold latched shut and locked its self. Wards sparked to life sealing the room to all but one person, the only person he cared for in this world of lies and shades.

[@Rekaigan]

Across the vast expansion of land from where he left the field of battle. A small Void the same color as its sister, with the size of one’s hand, opened and and remained above the Spirit Walker, a Ghastly hand reached down touching her forehead. Any around who knew little about the spirits or the Void’s that house them might easily mistake this for something trivial as healing, which they wouldn’t be wrong, however this was something far more. A calling from one soul to another, calling them into the Void of the Damned.