(( An uber weapon needs an uber weakness ))<br/><br/>"As of yet I don't fully understand how it works. All I know is that it's a matter of faith and<span style="font-weight: bold">intense</span>concentration that musn't be broken under any circumstances. It's an<span style="font-weight: bold">extremely draining</span>process. All I can think is that it concentrates a forgotten power into a form that is unlike anything seen for thousands of years. The Nexus ((that's the name of the completed form)) has not been used since the sinking of Atlantis. If you help me aquire the amulet I promise you whatever it is your heart desires."<br/><br/>----Some Backstory Up Ahead----<br/><br/>Zaida did not appear to be joking. The excitement showed on her face. She looked like a small girl who had suddenly been given some great prize. It was something she had to share ((the story that is)); she needed to demostrate her importance to someone, and Nero was the nearest thing she had to a friend. Zaida was incapable of showing warmth to anyone, and knew it. Her coldness protected her from unnecessary complications in life. She found relationships too complicated, too demanding. They had to be maintained, worked at, endured. She did not have the patience for all of this.<br/>As a small child she had owned a pet fraggle, which she kept in a wooden box. For a few days she played with it, allowing the tiny creature to run up her arm and through her hair. Then she tired of the animal. She closed the lid on the box for a final time and buried it in the sand. She never thought of the fraggle again, let alone cared about how it must have died. As she grew older, it became even easier  for her to ignore the sufferings of others, and indeed to inflict suffering upon them.