Kezriel looked at him. He was slightly cautious, as if ready to handle whatever attack Vetaal might throw at him.
'Amon... I will be taking control over your body... once I am inside you... I will absorb the huge amount of mana in the air and even use my magic to reconstruct your body... so I could fight him on equal terms... but once I reach my limit and we get separated... you might die.'
Amon listened to him quietly and nodded his head.
"Do it..."
A huge red magic circle suddenly appeared beneath Amon and Vetaal.
The circle was enormous, covering the entire ground around them. Strange symbols and ancient runes glowed in deep crimson light, spinning slowly around the outer ring. Lines of energy connected the symbols like a complex magic formation.
The air around them started vibrating.
A heavy pressure filled the surroundings as mana in the air began to gather toward the magic circle.
Kezriel looked down at the circle, then at Vetaal.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
