Seeing the light of the torch devoured by darkness, Michael gulped before pushing his willpower into the light of the torch, charging it with supernatural brightness that had been previously undeniable. But even as more power flowed into the light Michael, knew it would take a moment for it to brighten significantly, and by the time that it was ready, it might already have been too late. So, keeping his light trained on the approaching visitor with his left hand, Michael backed up a yard or two, buying himself a bit more time to get situated, and he drew the flames from the fire up and into the air, seeing them burn a bit more wildly in response to the emotional disturbance caused by the shadow-shrouded figure.

[B]“Michael Faraday…you have presented the Dreamers with a curious set of potentialities. I have come to see which weave of fate you shall take and what worlds you shall affect with your choices.”[/B] He saw lilac-colored lightning lurch up and down the intruders body as he heard the message from the being's horrifyingly terrible voice.

"How do you know my name?" Michael shouted, with a hint of impudence. "Who are you and who are the dreamers?" There were too many questions to ask, but Michael doubted that he'd find many answers.

Calling the hovering flames towards him, Michael gathered the fire into a ball around his right hand, which was open and now facing the mysterious figure. It was then that Michael realized that the stars had disappeared. It was so black that the sky looked dead.

As the dark visitor changed his position, Michael also readied himself, spreading his legs and knees apart. He put his right shoulder towards the mysterious opponent and outstretched his right arm, keeping it and the flame at shoulder level while the left hand kept the torch trained on the visitor while Michael slowly stepped forward. His pose was slightly reminiscent of a Hadouken when he turned his chest forward and had his right knee nearly at a right angle.