The destruction of the herald was handled almost casually; both of the marilith's hands on one side came together, for an instant, before a dark, purple beam of energy lanced forth, her divine blast. It utterly destroyed the construct's head and torso, leaving just enough to hold the limbs in a frame, as it slumped to the ground, and began repairing itself.<br/><br/>She looked almost exactly the same as the day they'd last met; in fact, her trident still has the rust-brown stains of his blood, long since dried on it. However, it had been long enough, and he had changed enough, that it might as well not have been his; his spell didn't even affect it. Her long, dark hair, wild and erratic, runs all the way down her back, ending about where her body turns into a massive, red serpent. She wears no clothing, but her torso is covered in swirling, complex tattoos, which hold vastly more power than the last time they met. Her skin has tanned, somewhat, as well, though that might be the difference in lighting. Her eyes, however, are the one thing that have changed the most; once merely dark orbs, skewering him with a keen intelligence and hatred boiling from the depths of the Abyss, now... they are as dark as an umbral blot, and make the hatred they held before seem like a mere candle to the flames they conceal now. Her eyes seem to lock on him, and her lips quirk in a smile, as she takes note of him, pointedly ignoring her, before she resumes her speech.<br/><br/>"I really must say, they'll let anyone in this, these days, won't they? It's such a delight to finally be amongst you. As some of you may know, I actually joined our enlightened ranks a little over three hundred years ago, but was only recently given the freedom to truly exercise my power. I do believe I owe a debt of gratitude to the one who freed me, don't I? Draiss?" She gestures towards the sulking archmage, and, as if that weren't insult enough, causes a spotlight to appear above him.