The spell was ingenious.
So simple in it's design, yet so marvelously… destructive.
The sound of it rolled off his tongue. Thick, smooth, and sickly sweet.
The power source was easily found, easily tapped into.
Now all that was needed was some copper, some silver, and a piece of chalk.
After all, what goes better with an army of mindless, indestructible killing machines, than natural disasters?