Magic runes started to appear upon the call of Levi the Envious and Merlin the Necromancer. The runes swirled against each other as if they got a life of their own. Hue of purple shade danced around on the ground’s surface, travelling from one place to another, spreading like a growing vine with the two loyal subordinates as the apex. Both eyes closed, their tongues rolled out to the incantation they prepared. Never had they known that they would be able to use this yet look at them now.
If Merlin the Necromancer produced a gleaming purple runes, Levi the Envious was able to give off a blue sparkling color to his runes. Their runes hissed, twirled, and swirled as the sands of time seeped through their fingers. Not minding that the lid of the sundial of destiny had long been open, Levi and
