He glanced at the powerful female dragon, before sending it a thought.<em>You could make me an offer to keep you alive during this, and I get you as a gem. If you really didn't want to know what balefire feels like.</em><br/><br/>"You know, we have danced this little dance fourteen times before over fifteen million years thanks to my serum. And yes, I am aware of your divine friends. Go ahead, have them attack me. PLEASE. I want an excuse to try out these new abilities on a real target. Also, fun fact, the illithids aren't as allied with you as it initially appeared. Crazy, no?"<br/><br/>He walked around her, putting them at equal distance from the dragon, before he rubbed his forehead. "And while this might not be where it ends, do you REALLY wanna take the chance that we can't end it here? I mean, I am the only thing between you and oblivion. After all, here, no one else can interfere. Just you and me, one on one, in the depths of a beyonder. A most definitely final dungeon if I ever saw one. Might not be ours, but hey, Fate and all those backers are flexible. They can make it work."<br/><br/>He walked forward, the balefire energies fading away, being reabsorbed into him. "Also, in a good mood, just had a son about six months back, cute kid, blind, but can see in beyonder auras. But back to the point, made a deal with the deconstructionists. I get three cycles to give them useful things against THEM, they leave the MPV alone during that time. Ever wondered why your backers suddenly seemed to slow down about twenty five or so years ago? Now you know.<br/><br/>But for the main point, here is MY deal for you, since you were nice enough to offer to move me and a thousand of my choice elsewhere. You give me those three millennia, and then we both kill Barid, for good this time, not like last time where I stabbed him with a weapon I thought MIGHT make him vulnerable, and then you killed me from behind before he killed you, and THEN we get back to this madness. Or hell, maybe by then the beyonders will have something ELSE for you to destroy. Just like old times? Those voices telling you what to do, you giggling like an insane schoolgirl while wielding a railgun that never runs out of ammo. Me standing in the back, offering to improve the weapons even more. Barid behind you with his rifle, issuing orders. Those days. We COULD go back, but I don't want to. Finally found something worth fighting for, and now, yet again, you two show up to try and pull me away.<br/><br/>So how about it? You back the fuck off for three millennia, and by then you SHOULD have everything ready to jump the gun if I can't deliver.  And if I can, I am SURE I can find some way for you to get out there and kill THEM. Eventually."