Corvus gave an exhausted sigh and he laughed, taking it lightly. "Very well! There's no need for you to get your corset in a tangle, darling," he smirked at her. But it quickly and he slowly repeated the words on the very edge of his breath. The whisper was audible at first, until it slowly began to fade into nothing more than the draft of wind that poured through the mountain fortress.
"Aesonem Fulitasem," he said, feeling the power grow inside of him, the word becoming one and he felt his hands becoming light as air. He lifted his palms and from their poured a reddish light, almost manipulated from his own flames, as they billowed outward and began to spread in a tangible, pulsating light that slightly singed the tips of his fingertips.