Seeing that he truly wanted to carve a rune on his spear, Azrael was slightly surprised before nodding his head.
"If you don't mind doing this favor..."
"What favor, I will just finish the process that I started and nothing more. You don't have to keep such a small thing in your mind." Danzel said as if stating facts.
Azrael felt that something was off, but couldn't really see any reason to refuse the undead generosity.
"Alright."
Walking towards the wall where the whittled spear was resting, he picked it up and raised his palm towards the orb.
"[Oniro]" Casting out loud, a crimson magic circle appeared in front of his palm.
Once the magic circle lighten up in crimson light, the spear was engulfed with the same crimson light.
Walking towards Danzel, he pushed the whittled spear, inviting him to pick it up.
"What kind of spell was that?" Danzel asked as he receive the spear.
