[center] [img] https://i.imgur.com/gAAVJpp.png[/img] [color=#4B8022] [h1] Edward Bennigan [/h1][/color][/center] [hr] [h3] [center] ~1442 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE [/center] [hr] [/h3] He did it. That bastard did it. Upon breaking the skull, Edward realized he won. Overcome with pride over his victory, he couldn’t help himself but indulged in the self-perceived spotlight. Though he was still invisible to the mortal eye, he acted as though there was a crowd watching; He turned, spinning to face away from the destroyed wisp just as it started to wither away. One hand placed in front of his face, like a dramatic cut hiding his left side with the fingers spread to reveal his eye. The other hand was placed on his hip as he spoke. [color=#4B8022]“Another soul destroyed before the lord of the dead.” [/color] Then, turning back to the wisp while he made a slashing motion with the turn of his hand, away from his face now. [color=#4B8022] “Return to ash.” [/color] Ash.. Though his cheeses expression remained, there was a sort of somberness that grew over seeing the wisp’s form wither away to nothing. A reminder of the ultimate fate to those lost souls. A cruel world it was, to be sure; but perhaps one day things could be different. Maybe.. Sad thoughts aside, without any direct obstacle he was free to witness his companions and their struggle with the dragon. It seemed they provoked that fascinating construct, the fools! He supposed the dragon must have been a wisp too. Very well then, it seemed he could try to help out, perhaps then they’d appreciate how great he was. He threw two spell tags out from his robe’s pockets, and with practiced finesse made a swift single motion of his arm to throw the tags at both skeletal sources he had used prior; the ruined net and the remains of the large hand. He didn’t need to recite the full spell for its written form; but he was brimming now with such hammy acting that he couldn’t help himself. [color=#4B8022] “Servants of the damned, heed my call. Your lord beckons.” [/color]He had his hand stretch out at the general direction of the two sources of the spell while he continued, already the spell tags seemed to burn away as the skeletal masses began to shape themselves once more. [color=#4B8022] “Rise and serve the master of death!”[/color] With that, the two mess of bones had collected, morphed, and assembled into two generic human skeletons. Their eyes alight with dark magic which also seemed to tether faintly around their joints and outline. He turned around to face his new opponent, then once again brought his hand out forward. [color=#4B8022] “Go fourth and conquer!”[/color] The skeletons moved like soldiers towards the dragon, though given their speed and distance they wouldn’t be able to assist right away. Perhaps they ultimately wouldn’t be needed by the time they did. In any case, Edward wasn’t ready to slow down; even if he preferred to not destroy the dragon. He did a brief flourish with his staff as he called out to Lucian and Vera. [color=#4B8022] “Your struggle is over, for your great and powerful Edward is here now!” [/color] Lightning coiled from the staff’s tip as he spun the weapon in his hand, then he stopped the staff; tilting it towards the beast that had just shotgun-fired his comrade. [color=#4B8022] “Perish!” [/color] Lightning arced across the air between Edward and the Dragon as he unleashed the staff’s power. [@Abstract Proxy][@OwO][@ERode]