Originally Posted by
grampagen
Ochazuke glanced at the glyphs below, it was clear whatever spellcraft this thing was attempting had been halted for a time. It being magical in nature, it was not anything he recognized, but these strange characters written by the phantom were not of Vermillion, nor Persephone's Avalon, nor the words of Auroc's script where it had corrupted his ruinous Threshling spells.
Muttering something under his breath, he plopped Kevi onto one of the office chairs and hit her in the back of the head with the Dragon's Kiss.
Whether Sakin or this creature, you've done quite enough today.
"Would that it have been the other way around," Ochazuke said, unamused. "Best that we contain this before the enemies we've put down get ambitious enough to attack beyond the grave as well."
Standing near Parsley, the threads of Ochazuke's meditation field wove through the firmament of the Afterlife's strange terra firma, a layered web that spread for miles.
"The spell the Soul Meister put on Kevi has marked him. Do you sense the fire there, far off part the horizon? His agglutinated compact of souls bound to him is fodder for it."