Tson
Ma͛ni̪f͕̿͡e̹ͣsͭtͯ
It attempted to stick its sword through the stasis field, but, of course, that wouldn't work, and the end of its blade dissolved. It pulled back the blade, which seemed to heal as it was held. It then did the same with its arm, which did the same thing. It seemed confused by the stasis field. Only then did it respond. The sound it made was horrendous. "iͬ ̑̆͞A̤̲̐͌͋m͟ ̝́ͫ͆̚Ma͛ni̪f͕̿͡e̹ͣsͭtͯ,̖͌͏̰ I̷̩̹ͪ̓Wi̘͚Sh͙͐ ̭͎͢t̠͐̍̌ͭO͡ ̬̲͐͐̓R̪͛ͫḙV̻̥E̛̐͗rṯͪ ̤t̐ͨ͏̼h̀͋͒Ë̫̪͈ ̞̝̩̤U̥͕̓ͯni̓ͥ̀V̻ͪ͜E͖͈̓ṛ̖͆̀E̡̠̅S̯ͭ̀ ̙̥̹uŅ͏̵͍T̠̯͊ͥ͘oͤ̾ͣͪ ̺͍ͮ͋I̫t̡̙͖́͝s̙̊ Ò͖ṛ͑͏̹i̅G̴̯ì̛̻̦̐n̵͂̍͑ä̢́̾L ̢̹͕P̗͕̅ͩ͌r͇͘͢i͞҉̴͔̐mͯͣͩ̆O̷͋͜R̳͐͆͌̈D̷͒̑Ial̶̫̊̒͘ ͔̚St̢̞ͣ̂a̰̋tẼ͢." It spoke. Nobody could understand anything it said, except for one word: Ma͛ni̪f͕̿͡e̹ͣsͭtͯ.
