Agnar seemed reluctant to use his pact with Maharaja. He could transform into a fearsome black jaguar and face the elephants, but he knew that focusing on attack would leave his allies defenseless, which was good.
Of course, Arad wasn't going to sit around and watch a bunch of elephants turn two of his daughters and a student into pancakes. He'll help if the situation becomes a bit more dire, but he won't mind letting them test their still further.
As he stood in the shadows, hidden by the darkness's woman's power, the one he now decided to call Darkness. He started to learn a bit more about his link to souls, of course, thanks to his murder of crows.
As he stood there, an old, ragged crow slowly glided down, almost crashing on Arad's shoulders instead of landing on them. The poor creature looked exhausted, spent, and weak. It was looked at with sad, dried eyes. Its body had grown too weak for flight, and it had spent what little power it had to reach him.
