Watching the battle go on he rolls the rock in his hand, it seems like they weren't needed, as expected.  "Well, you heard em."  The man says to his Lilim, taking his hand from his pocket he opens the tome on his hip, calling both of them inside it.  His hand going to his neck to flip the headphones onto his ears.  Watching the display his eyes still dart around the battlefield just incase more came around or if the ma drake was unable to finish them.  His hand still kneading magic into the stone, the<a class="link link--external" href="https://image.shutterstock.com/image-vector/quadrangular-stone-magic-rune-orange-260nw-226720183.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">markings getting deeper and more elaborate</a>.  No physical manifestation was seen of magic but he weaves the seal deep into it, layering spell after spell in the stone.