"But what… what is it!?" Stellar managed. "What are those voices?" Voices? Handy didn't hear anything. Handy looked at the creature that still hung in the air before them. Every ounce of its physical presence oozed dread and malevolence. Yet it still hung there, not attacking anyone. And yet Handy could perceive that the pony at the heart of it was scared out of its mind, manically so. Something was wrong here.