<span style="color: #666600">"So again, Nyaka was possessed and you forgive her. Rayne was possessed, also by a Trollish spirit, but you still hate her. And unlike Nyaka, Rayne was left little more than a hollow shell of who she used to be."</span><span style="color: #5900b3">"She was a monster even before meeting Ras, she deserved whatever came to her."</span><span style="color: #666600">"From what I understand it was the priestess that turned on Rayne, but I haven't put too much effort into looking at them. All I know is that she's carrying my grandchildren and that my oldest and most powerful enforcer is protecting her and keeping an eye on the priestess."</span>The'kal shook her head and smiled.<span style="color: #666600">"Oh don't worry, when she blows up. If I let her blow up, Azeroth and all of its surrounding stars will go with it. It's possible you'd be able to see the explosion from Outland. But um... I could just remove her heart and fix her body so you could completely sever your ties to her. Elune could too, not sure why she hasn't." </span>She shook her head and smiled.<span style="color: #666600">"Every body, every creature, every thing is made up of simple... relatively speaking, simple blocks. Take enough blocks and give them a bit of energy and you can do anything you want with them." </span>She held out one hand and after a short delay a gray, humanoid form appeared next to the table.<span style="color: #666600">"This is what Ashia started with when she made my body. A living, breathing creature, a shell really. To be shaped and molded, broken down and reassembled like a ball of clay a child would play with." </span>Kitori looked at the body in wonder and used her nail to draw two terribly uneven eyes on it.<span style="color: #666600"> "You have the artistic talent of a murloc."</span><span style="color: #5900b3">"Hey!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>