Lann watched Rudus sitting on the coveted throne, fiddling with the large shell of a crystalline lizard.
He spread out the crystalline-clustered shell and then curled it back, occasionally using some magic abilities and chanting spells.
He was the Lord of Cinder, sitting on the throne not only to provide power to the First Flame but also possessing remnants of the First Flame's embers within his body.
Thus, he spared the need for furnaces or the like, as his body was the hottest furnace in this world.
Finally, Rudus folded that crystalline lizard shell into a hollow spheroid.
The crystalline clusters reflected the mysterious radiance of each other within the spheroid, as if repeating an endless process of refraction and reflection.
Making the light itself appear distant and mysterious.
"Now, place the misshapen soul, deformed by power, into it."
Rudus held it out to Lann as if offering a bucket of popcorn.
The Demon Hunter glanced around slightly.
