The first spell that I reached for was Lightning Edict. It was one of the most versatile and mysterious spells that I had, fused from multiple skills and spells, both celestial and mundane; I knew that I had hardly even touched the limit of this spell.
However, now that I called upon it, I was no longer using it to make clothes or hide the glow of my threads. I extended the verdict around me for miles to find the most suitable receptacle for this power, and I found it. The field of skulls.
They were born from my storm, and that meant that they all carried lightning essence inside them; even if they were of Death, a part of me would always remain inside them. It was my privilege as her consort and a Death Titan.
What I fabricated was something both ancient and new, the knowledge entering into my soul even as I did it… Grave Soil.
