"What woke it?" Absolom hissed, drawing himself -and subsequently Caine- forward. The movement drew them through a knot of the phantom threads, which rewove themselves around Caine as if she was a rock in a stream and recoiled violently from the Skeleton. The Speaker turned slightly, regarding the two with a bored expression.<br/>"What woke this place, and how can it exist beyond Space and Time? Is this where Dagon, Cthullu,<span style="font-style: italic">whatever</span>assaulted us dwells?"<br/><span style="color: #000000">I told you to <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">leave</span></span>! This pace will be your doom, and I will not be thwarted by one of the Shia'gul!</span><br/><br/>The Speaker continued to regard the Skeleton dispassionately, speaking as if to a small child.<br/>"You woke it. All of you. This place exists in a fold of That Which Was Before, the fabric from which the universe was cut. It has not known the concepts of Time and Space since it was sealed here, since the Saigoth Gates were closed. Your coming here reintroduced those concepts, along with the tether of Divinity and the veil of the Arcane."<br/>A begrudging sigh escaped The Speaker's lips.<br/>"To be fair, you could not have entered here had not the degenerated remnants of my kind weakened the barrier. But this was all they could do - wear it thin. They cannot enter, for the time of Water has passed. Only one of Earth or Air could have passed through, and you have done just that. So in the end, it is still your fault."<br/><span style="color: #000000">Water, Earth, Air... What of Fire Shade, what of Fire?</span><br/><br/>"Our fault?!" Caine snarled, pulling away from Absolom and leveling her blade beneath The Speaker's piscine chin. Absolom stumbled, struggling to keep his drained legs steady.<br/>"Our fault? Blame the Deep Ones that killed our citizens, and sacrificed our brothers! All we did was hunt those abominations, and happen across their temple! I say it's your fault; your gods are the ones that went mad, you're the ones whose empire collapsed, you're the ones whose children are animals!<br/><br/>The Speaker idly leaned forward, its immaterial flesh passing through Caine and her blade like a mirage. Locking eyes with Absolom, the Shade continued it's bored drawl.<br/>"Kindly control your Blank, Sworn-To-Madness. I know the skum tarnishing at your soul must be clouding your judgement, but such dangerous weapons should be kept in line."<br/><span style="color: #000000">IT KNOWS! QUICKLY MINION, <span style="text-decoration: underline">EAT IT!</span></span><br/><br/>It turned back towards Titus, even as Caine grasped in surprise and stumbled backwards. She crashed into Absolom, sending both sprawling on the cobblestone floor.<br/>"What am I saying. Of course you must be the handler for these two. Even your civilization cannot be so primitive as to allow one possessed by the Warp and a psychic ghost to govern one another."<br/><span style="color: #000000">Now that blasted paladin knows I'm here... <br/><br/>...As do you. Blast. I AM JUST A VOICE IN YOUR HEAD. I AM NOT A DAEMON. WoooOoooOOOOooOOOOOOo.</span>