"Very well then, is it my turn<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>?" a familiar voice rang out as she was turning to leave. The assorted splotches of Arokleth's body began quivering, dissolving into a black mist and flowing together once more. The cloud of vapor assumed her shape, two glowing points of light probably being her eyes, but did not solidify. "You gave it far more blood than I intended." she continued, looking down at the glowing rune. "It'll be quite a bit more dangerous as a result...ah well. Since I'm not allowed to summon a suitable playmate, I'll just make one."