It felt good to see the raised eyebrow, to know that he could continue, and obviously use a spell that was not that common. But as he worked through the bones of the man's hands, he could hear the excited purring of the dark magic's voice, urging him on to go bigger and better. He wanted to just let it all out, to channel the darkness completely through his wand. He felt it edging around the gaping maw where his soul had first ripped, and it clung to those edges, encouraging him to let go.
As he worked through the man's bones - his hands, then his feet - he increased the pressure and the intensity of the spell as he went for the larger bones. The dungeon echoed with the hoarse screams, and Guilian could barely hear anything else. But as he let the spell's intensity increase, he felt the darkness wrap around him, taking control. The man's face was flushed as he screamed himself raw, his spell cracking his femur with the loudest sound of them all. Grinning mercilessly, he felt the darkness wrest the control from him as he raised his wand to do more, and more.