She shut her eyes slowly… then snapped them open, her irises turned golden. A shimmer of light warped around her arm as her bow vanished in an instant, replaced instead by a staff that seemed to have been made of bones and had a glowing orb at its head.
The air in the surroundings suddenly became cooler.
Alice stepped forward, raising the staff high above her head. Her voice deepened as she spoke in a language Shiera didn't recognize.
"Naltherak virdrum ezhakar,
Suunvel morakar,
Arkanzul… I command thee
Rise."
The moment the final word left her lips, the rooftop trembled.
Black mist erupted from beneath the cracks of the rooftop. A rift tore open in the air behind Alice. And from its depths, a skeletal hand reached through. Then another.
And then, the grandlich stepped forth, a robed figure wreathed in shadows. Its jaw clacked once as it emerged completely into the world, the staff of bone and soulsteel clutched in its hand mirroring Alice's own.
