Zelriane kissed his teeth as he lost sight of Zios. As soon as the room evolved to a new state, he began running around the room with an unpredictable pathing, leaving a stream of green light behind him as he did so. The light itself faded only slightly. Spores lingered behind him, filling the entire bottom 5 feet of the room with a practical ocean of speckled green that slowly began to float towards the floor, and ultimately, into the ground. He continued like this indefinitely, speaking with a loud, almost omnipotent hum as he maintained the area of danger.

	[color=007236]"We squander [b]nothing![/b] It is you, those who stand by while shouting loudly into the cold dark, desires of peace and love and [i]the mundane[/i]. Persisting ever louder, to remove spontaneity and chaos, the ever changing integers of reality that give [b]life[/b] the energy that makes it worth [b]living.[/b] Power, the origin of all emotion, calls to be used to its full extent, whether it be applied forcibly and brutally, or with a cowardice that rivals that of a broken [b]slave,[/b] a slave to their own fear and transcendent weakness!"[/color]