Silence laughed.  "My lady, you bless me with raw materials and converts.  I shall have to endeavor to repay your... generosity."  The Daybreak regarded the assembled horde of thralled humans and undead both.  A terrifying force for most mortals, but a mere pittance against what a dedicated Abyssal could truely marshal - as they planned to demonstrate.<br/><br/>"Come.  I grow impatient, and wish to apologize for what my earlier idleness has cost you."  Silence gestured as his own castemark began to bleed, his eyes assuming the look of those found within a several-day old cadaver as his own magics took hold.  "Lead and bless these people with glory and honor, while I shall work too look ahead and take note of any future dangers."  Blood from his castemark spilled down his nose and near his lips, and he negligently licked the offending droplet clean.  "I trust the Neverborn shall show you the way."