[There's nothing at first, silence coating the air. He normally doesn't do this with his wand, but different magic calls for different rules even in a faraway world.
The wand lifts.]
Manu Propria.
[There's a ripple, a flicker of a response from the end of his wand. But the circle doesn't react. Solomon's expression tightens slightly, but he continues, lifting his other hand.]
"Hear me, denizens of darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command."
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The wand lifts.]
Manu Propria.
[There's a ripple, a flicker of a response from the end of his wand. But the circle doesn't react. Solomon's expression tightens slightly, but he continues, lifting his other hand.]
"Hear me, denizens of darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command."
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