A dark spirit floated out from the body of Flare, and he fell over like a ragdoll, his eyes lifeless. "Sorry, I find that body quite limiting, even if it is powerful." The spirit floated freely throughout the room, it's purple eyes barely shining, being mostly smothered by its own darkness. Cerulean entered the room, and bowed to Flare. "My lord, it is good to see you once more." The spirit looked around the room, seemingly searching for something. "Where is Gust? I cannot sense him. Well, I suppose we can discuss that later. What is the situation?" "We are nearby a small village, one we thought would be a perfect place to start our conquest. But something is wrong, they managed to defeat Gust." "So that is why I cannot sense him... well, he wasn't very strong anyway, we have no need for one as weak as him. Ah, but I shouldn't forget our new ally. You are skilled in magic? Of what sorts?" The spirit had finished moving about the room, and re-entered Flare. Flare shot back up, as if nothing had happened.