As Nemo walked further down the passageway he began to sense the presence of what could only be the paragon. The massive power of the artifact gave him a feeling of hunger, only amplified once he made his way into the chamber of the artifact. Nemo's concentration was interrupted by the static over the intercom, resulting in him turning it off with his manadial.

[color=c0c0c0]"I will."[/color] Nemo suggested as he began walking over. He figured that it was likely that with abilities such as the ones he possessed, people didn't really trust him touching the paragons. If he planned to turn on the group, attempting to absorb one of the paragons would be the go-to choice for most people in his shoes. However Nemo was a man of his word. He did what people asked of him, and no matter how tempting the raw mana of the paragon may be, he has a duty to fulfill for now.

The pile of rubble wasn't much of a challenge for him, he gracefully hopped from rock to rock to the top of the pile. Once Nemo made it to the top he finally was able to get a good look at it. It really was beautiful, but now wasn't the time to admire, he reached out his left un-gloved hand and [i]touched it[/i].