Ezzo: Ezzo stood alone in the dimly lit room of the Pleiades Watchtower, his hands steady as he carefully dissected the scorpion. The creature’s once-deadly exoskeleton now lay in pieces, its inner workings exposed under his precise touch. Magic pulsed around him, an intricate web of energy he had woven with great skill. His pride swelled as he studied the creature—after all, not many could claim such mastery over their craft. Yet, there was no room for carelessness. He was keenly aware that tampering with life and death was a dangerous endeavor, one that required the utmost caution.

“Subaru... to ask for such an impossible task," Ezzo mused to the empty room, voice smooth and contemplative. "Reviving Shaula... such an absurd request, yet one I cannot ignore.” He allowed himself a brief smile, the glint of his confidence ever present. "It will take more than mere willpower to defy the natural order. But I am not some amateur magician, no. This is where my expertise will shine."

His fingers danced over the creature’s remains, tightening the magical threads with ease. Magic responded to him like an old friend, bending to his will—but not easily. This challenge was different; this was not just about bringing a corpse back to life, but about transcending the limitations that others could never hope to overcome.

He paused, his gaze narrowing in thought, the impossibility of the task only fueling his determination. “I will show them. Even Roswaal, that fraud, cannot hold a candle to my skill. This will work.”

The scorpion twitched ever so slightly. Ezzo’s grin widened, a flicker of triumph lighting up his expression. “A step closer. One day, this will be perfect.” His pride, unyielding and calm, remained as solid as the magic in his hands.