[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Ivraan Valdo[/color][/h1][/center]

As they entered the throne room Ivraan immediately noticed how corrupt the energies here were. Completely encircling the group as if they stood in the eye of the vortex. The presence that sat upon the throne was clearly the reason for the corruption around. As if a demon of darkness descended upon this place, corrupting all that was around it. The corrupted energies a blend of corrupted Vitae and Narcae. 

Ivraan readied his spear as Terilu forced his minions to charge. They would be deftly cut down. It was fast, really damn fast, Ivraan couldn’t follow it yet, but when he noticed what was happening the faint glimmer that covered his eyes got thicker and more visible. For those who could see his eyes, they were also moving beyond what was normal. Darting around and around to follow the ghastly presence. As he was following the Wright around he noticed that Terilu was trying something, something insanely stupid. For the Narcae within this presence was far stronger than what Terilu was using and soon Terilu realized it, as a backlash put him to his knees. Ivraan saw it clearly; “Terilu, drop your last skeleton and focus your efforts on the other undead around!” Ivraan shouted, he believed it to be the best course of action and thus would not hesitate to give advice. 

After he gave the advice Ivraan took his spear and charged. While charging the spear shone, an odd happening considering the darkness of this place. It was clear Ivraan was using some sort of technique, a spear martial arts of sorts as slowly but surely the dragon’s head upon the spear started to emit what seemed to be fire breaths. The glimmer of the spear turned orange as Ivraan took a swing at the Wright which let out a high-pitched screech. It clearly did something and thus Ivraan had its attention. Ivraan deftly dodged the wrights counterstrike, or so he thought. Instead, he was slightly hit on his shoulder, which instantly turned darker. Ivraan swiftly covered it with his Vitae, however, he realized maintaining his spear, eyes, lungs, and shoulder would make him run out quickly. He hoped soon his companions could help him with this dastardly fast wright.