HEIR OF LIGHT
They grunted and swirled in a black mist and finally they stopped, eyes no longer black but red, with the hate and vengeance towards all that stood in her path, the ritual did not even need any form of incantation, only the sheer will to overcome the spark of the will of the goddess that created them,
Easy thing for her really,
They knelt in submission and brought forth their blades, it was pure red, derora smiled inwardly. Derora finally did what no dark mage had been able to do, the ritual ties your essence to the veratus and unless you have an essence that came from the immortal spring of chaos, you'd literary burn to ashes.