“I am Solomon, master of the arcane,” the wizard said, his red robes dark in the dim light, rings glinting from his fingers. “Leave now and you need not be harmed.” With a gesture and a word that could not be understood, a coiling and flicker whip made of twisting bolts of lightning appeared in his hand.
He cracked the whip, sending sparks flickering. “What is your choice?”
Lightning Whip
