Zios glided up into the air, avoiding the attack to his arm. The Order member was slightly slower than before, or was Zios quicker? Zelriane had gained an aura and perhaps some physical strength in the process. He was trading his strengths around and mixing things up. Zios couldn't help but feel curiosity for how many techniques the Order member had. [color=#e52b50]"Power is all it ever comes down to isn't it? So be it."[/color] Ribbons of silver energy cascaded from Zios to the edges of the room forming a large circle. The ribbons weaved in and out of each other like the fibers of a basket as they lined the walls and cut off exits.

[center][h3][color=#e52b50]"Tartarus."[/color][/h3][/center]

	The room had become nearly blindingly bright with silver strands lining the arena. [color=#e52b50]"What would you and your Order know of fulfillment? Of enlightenment? Put in a position of power you all squander it, searching for that which you cannot find and destroying everything made by others in the process."[/color] He raised his hand into the air and slowly clenched his fist. The room hummed in response. [color=#e52b50]"Despicable."[/color]