"Weird." The Father of Fire grabbed the Tiamat's face with his hand and activated his bloodline's breathing technique, Firestarter.
He could see the cobwebs of cracks in Lith's life force that covered most of his body. After the fusion with Solus, the tower had partly repaired them, but a black substance still seeped out of the cracks.
It coated Lith's essence like a thin smoke and reached his eyes where it took the form of Death Vision.
"Even though you don't feel it, there is a flow. Conjure your Demons, please. Not the ones in your feathers, though. Call upon the souls who rest in this place."
Lith did as instructed and Valtak observed more and more of the black goo seeping through the cracks. Only a few droplets took the form of Demons of the Darkness. The rest lingered in the air, circling around the Tiamat like a school of hungry sharks.
"We are getting there. Can you feel it?" The Elder Wyrm asked.
"No."
