Instantly, these shadows that were reminisce of grudges he's seen and faced before, are dealt with by an extension of his hand, palm opened to blast a singular dark wave that tears through the air and severs through the mass like a blade cutting through flesh. Powerful, yet directly aimed, the —

☆˚*₊⁎ @anguishedvengeance.bsky.social.

He can sense her hesitance. To be expected, as she’s been through much. Such is necessary however, in order to press onward in time of great anxiety. With a nod of acknowledgment, the Count steps in line with her as the fires of the past are artificially renewed. A scene he’s seen played out—

❝ It’s only due to you, letting me in. ❞ Reminding her. There was a sense of gratefulness in his tone, and that’s because he was. To place faith and trust, was highly valued to him. And he would continue to hold her in high regard due to several facts. His stature joins her, at her side. Cloak —

Ah. Pay no mind to that.

❝ It will not be something you simulate. It’s an understanding and inert feeling that simply must be honed. There’s no right or wrong way. And you have already been progressing. ❞ His cloak is carried by ominous flow, as he speaks. ❝I’ve delved into your dreams, and even have met with you —

❝ A fair question. Perhaps you should focus upon magecraft that best align with me in bursts. There are time where quick thinking will be needed. Time to ponder will not be present. You must know. And must act. ❞

There was an amused smirk, that formed upon her hearing her proposal. ❝Kyehaha! If that is what you desire, then I will provide..❞

From her shadow, his form emerges. The crackling essence of his very will, manifested, would vary in an unstable like energy that emanates off his cloak. Soon stabilizing, as he now appeared behind her. ❝ Master. ❞

She need only look to her shadow. He is always there.