Xelos stood in the clearing, the aurora shaping itself into a funnel of sorts that pointed directly at him. He sensed the Dragonair from before nearby, as well as a few others from the battle, and waited for the first enemy to take the bait and investigate the disturbance. His crystal hummed, and a tiny shard flaked off, landing in Xelos' open palm. In an instant the chest crystal regrew the missing facet, which transformed into a wicked looking barbed trident made entirely of the same crystal substance as the chest gem. He gripped it lightly in his right hand, one of the nasty looking tips brushing against the ground.