Taking a quick interlude, Soren kneels down to the ground, his fingers drifting across the floor as he raises coiling shadows from the earth in plumes of billowing black smoke. The shadows take form, condensing and winding around his fingers as they rise with him, chasing around his body as they formulate the appearance of two red-eyed dogs.
No, I correct myself, looking over their shaggy fur and big hulking muscles, amazed by the sheer power that ripples through their quivering black bodies. Not dogs, wolves.
But that doesn't seem to matter as he closes his eyes, a rush of wind tousling his hair upwards as he reaches out before him, before plucking a piece of paper from thin air.
The three of us watch, amazed, mouths open as if even after everything that has happened, we still never cease to be amazed by the capabilities of his powers, or the extent of his greatness.
