In the midst of the swirling tempest of mana, raven's senses tingled with a subtle disturbance. Despite his merging with the black fog, a lingering connection to the currents of mana seemed to remained. His attention was drawn to Orion, distinct golden glow of his eyes didn't go unnoticed to him, a telltale sign of the his rising power.
The laughter that had echoed through the chamber abruptly ceased, replaced by a tense vigilance as raven focused his attention on his adversary. As if proving him right, Before him, the tip of an inflamed sword materialized, poised to strike with lethal precision.
