[Red Son is in his own trance. He has to focus on the spell. Its not an easy thing to dissect the whole of an entity and people were especially complicated.]

[He moves around MK, tracing symbols and characters, the circle expanding layer by layer. All the while warm energy flows into MK, tracing along his own inner lines, the connection between body and soul, his magic, chakras, and all the parts that make him up.]

[Each traced circle making creating another path through MK. A pleasant warmth, at least, if thorough.]

[But he keeps up the work, most of the hour taken up just by making the circle alone.]