The claw hovered over the Necromage's shoulder, as Nyrel's skeletal arm coated itself with a black hue.
The Necromage swung, the maid leaped away, dressed, and wheezing through the air before landing gracefully.
"You..."
Nyrel squinted with suspicion, eying Nyxia's purple hair. "It can't be... a
Despite knowing how every Witch accessed a strong familiar, a Voidling was another level of absurdity she didn't expect to encounter.
A summon levelled above other summons. A formless entity that was 'born' an Exarch rank, until it met the form it wished to mimic.
The Master of
"Was it your Master's talent in summoning?" Her skeletal arm stretched as she shifted around to face the maid.
"Or perhaps something drew you to her?"
"Ask for my Master's permission to speak, worm."
Nyxia tilted her head, grey eyes sweeping over Nyrel's figure.
