Demands (Part 1)
Death Call, instead, was one of Lith's personal spells.
It conjured four dense constructs made of darkness magic that he could move as if they were his limbs. Once they looked like tentacles, but after fighting Thrud Griffon Lith had learned how to alter their shape at will.
He had chosen to make them look like wings, as a cover in case he had to shapeshift and so he wouldn't give away their purpose to his opponent.
"Calm down, I'm not here to fight." Athung said, swallowing a lump of saliva. "My name is Athung Soranot and I'm here on behalf of the Council. We need to talk."
She decided to go all out as well, spreading a blue aura that was just an aura and preparing her best spells in case she needed to buy some time to escape.
'Lith has interacted with Awakened more than once, he can't be that much of a country bumpkin anymore. Mentioning the Council should calm him. I can't afford a fight.