Zelriane's posture tightened. [color=007236]"The void pulses within you even stronger still. This isn't possible."[/color] He breathed slower, shifting his weight slightly, into a new stance. A cautious stance, his feet poised to brace or retreat, but not in any position to advance. For once, he was totally on the defensive. Then he noticed it. The transformation was no mere power up. Whatever new abilities came with it may have been overshadowed by the real danger he was facing. [color=007236]"Your eyes are different,"[/color] Zelriane rasped, [color=007236]"No man can change so radically over such a short period of time. This manner of transformation, this energy..."[/color] He realized it. [color=007236]"I thought that [i]would-be god[/i] deceased. This explains quite a bit... This explains your sudden mastery of Meta energy... This is..."[/color] He grunted and shook his head and abandoned his thought process, meeting Oz's eyes with his own.

	 [color=007236]"You seem to think yourself enlightened. Truly, you've become a [i]creature[/i] worthy of acknowledgement, but what of it?"[/color] Zelriane cleared his throat. [color=007236]"What of your blathering? Who are you to speak such things in the wake of your assured failure?"[/color] He paused and narrowed his eyes again. [color=007236]"[i]What exactly do you think you have become?[/i]"[/color]