Although Magic's shameless groveling was a bit annoying, Renee Kane decided to deal with Otis first.
As the silver threads on the face of the card settled, and especially as the silhouette that bore a striking resemblance to Otis was completed, the light in Otis's own eyes gradually faded.
Magic scrambled up from the floor, casually dusted himself off, and said softly, "Master, can we now..."
Before he could finish, a black mist suddenly billowed from Otis's body.
The black mist even seemed to be gradually corroding the silver threads on the card!
Renee Kane's eyes narrowed.
A look of conflict flashed across Otis's face. His expression was a mixture of pain and lofty contempt.
He fought for control of his tongue, forcing the words out. "You... have... no idea... what kind... of being... you have provoked..."
As he spoke, the black mist around his body suddenly converged, coalescing into a single black droplet. It fell into the air, generating faint ripples.
