Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34183571-20190814215504/@comment-36309590-20190818062647

Zekron cocks his head to the left in blatant curiosity as he sees Rotskk stride into the arena, taking even more interest in the changes the ground upon which the being walked underwent. Changes not too dissimilar from his own corruptive magics and abilities.

"Hmm. Interesting." Zekron mused, turning away from the window briefly to stare at the vast emptiness behind him. Tapping his chin with a skinless finger, the lich considered returning back to the arena, but changed his mind when he remembered fighters like Marcus. Beings that could probably destroy him effortlessly if made aware of his presence. So, turning back to the window, Zekron began weaving a spell. One he hoped would let him communicate silently with the deathly newcomer.