ShadowZero
"Marvelous. Well..."
Menarark sits mid-air, and suprisingly, hovers. His staff seems to hover slightly above his hips and his crossed legs. The chambers seem to employ some kind of communication jam effect, if Jinaris had comms, that is. Nevertheless what Menarark says is truly frightening:
"I am not normal. So I stood behind to fight the oncomers, but as they came, I realized that... there was no reason to fight. They opened the golden globe to me and revealed a truth, a phenomenon, beyond my expectations, it was... beautiful. I dropped my weapon and joined then, there was no need for this fruitless fighting, I knew that the deaths of my past subjects were like seeds for a beautiful garden.
That is why I extend this invitation to you, the same they did to me. Drop your weapons and join us, and you shall see a garden with beauty beyond your wildest dream. Decline this and, well... I have explicit orders to follow."
