Lord Doveling brutally and forcefully cut away from the connection he made with Drakira. His figure trembled and his antenna began twitching madly.
"This... this!"
His left eye began to drip with black liquid, all the while it was still shut tight. "Something terrible has happened. The barbarians. I must warn the others, but before that..."
Black smoke covered his entire body, warping around him and cleansing him. His hands began to weave symbols in the air above him, writing diagrams that made the air around him tremble with black smoke.
Only after doing all of this did he breathe a sigh. "What did the Stronghide get themselves into? That entity, I am not even sure what it is, but it is invasive and dangerous. Very dangerous."
He shuddered. "And now my eye is shut closed for now, but it is only a small price to pay."
