Aviendha gives a start, and slides away from him, drawing out her shield and touching the belt she wore, readying them in case things have just gone very, very bad. Xelanthiel, however, only seems to grow excited by his descriptions, her eyes lighting up with an excited fire, as he speaks. "Yes, yes! Exactly! Our power is near limitless... imagine what we could do, if we sought to unmake this reality, first! Imagine if, rather than letting it bring about our end, we brought it's end, first, and reforged our own, anew. We could be the ones to wield the fires of creation, not these worthless, ancient fools, that rely on their mere power to keep afloat, not creativity and inventiveness."