On putrid and rotten wings that should not have entrapped even the slightest breeze, nevermind be capable of flight, Ren hovered above the chaos. From the rotten dragon's back, he moved his hands, performing intricate gestures as a pale blue energy moved between his fingers.
Each movement of this energy brought with it an unnatural chill that infected the air around it, and seemed to let out distant and ghastly wails.
Ren continued his chants as he raised his hands high above his head, his eyes rolled in the back of his head, whilst the wailing energy gathered itself into a singular ball of pale blue energy which had shadows of screaming faces flowing over its surface.
