Adrien nodded, and quickly stepped forward, passing the staff to Valerion; then he moved back again - standing a bit further away than before. Holding the staff in his right hand, Valerion outstretched his left arm, with the palm of his hand facing upward, as if in a gesture of offering; then he took a deep breath. A sort of dark mist began to rise around his hand, its particles shifting and colliding like a swarm of fruit flies, moving faster and faster as more clustered, yet strangely silent. Valerion stared at the darkness with a stern, somber expression, as if he were staring at a piece of bread on which he had just discovered a patch of mold; then, with a curl of his fingers, he threw the cloud of dark energy upwards, and spun a circle with the staff - quickly, precisely, his feet rotating in place as he turned; the bangs of his black hair bounced in front of his face as the circle was closed and he stopped moving.