Dark Valarinth laughed at Caludar's attempt to threaten him.<br/>'I'm far different from the dream you fought against.'  He explained.  'And this time I have help.  You thought Valarinth was powerful, in that time I've been building my power, strengthening my self to break my hold over this place and now it has come true.  Being a hero really is the wrong choice Cal...you should join me and destroy those that despised and hurt you.  Join us, or become a slave like the rest of those whom are unfortunate enough not to be killed by our hands.'<br/><br/>During this time, Zenith had reached the book and threw it to the floor.  As the book reached Zenith's knees however, it vanished in a dark smoke along with the pedestal.  In front of Zenith now stood a male version of Valarinth with a dark aura about his person and wings that were like shadows in a mixed shape of dragon and faerie wings.<br/>"Now I can finally speak to you face to face Zenith."  He grinned, materialising Zenith's sword into his hands from where it was left in Fexiryn's room then looking up and down the blade.  "It's a good blade, but I can make it better."  He told Zenith as the blade was suddenly immersed in a black mist.  "Now for your power."  He smirked, releasing a dark wave of energy into Zenith's body enhancing his abilities and deflecting any magic used against him other than Dark Valarinth's own magic.  "We just have one more stop."  He mentioned, teleporting them both to another shelf of books where he pulled out one of them that was bound in chains then unleashed his power into it freeing Black Fire alongside them.<br/>"Now then, let us go reclaim what is rightfully ours."  He laughed to the pair of them with a sinister tone deep in his voice.