He sighed, and stood up. "Please gather everyone here to the training room, in ten minutes. We need to talk, now, everyone."<br/><br/>He quickly summoned Cerulean to the plane, merely gesturing her to main room, letting Kamariel explain. She had been brave enough to start this, let the leaders stand out. He went to his personal lab, and collected the finished artifacts, defensive ones for the 'good and law' aligned ones, friendly support for the 'chaotic and good,' offensive for the 'lawful evil', and draining supports for the 'chaotic and evil' ones. The artifacts still enhanced the other three axises, but they were focused on that aspect. The artifacts would alter their shapes to conform to their users desires, but the secondary enchantments were barely complete. He nodded to the avatar, which got to work on other projects as he left.<br/><br/>In the training room, he put a massive safety bubble near the door, and then a table in it with spaces for everyone, with labels on the artifacts so they could all collect the correct ones.<br/><br/>And then started fighting. He set the simulation to send never-ending waves, turned off every safety that the room had except for the only one that was permanent, which prevented a true death, and began taking his opponents apart. Right at ten minutes, when every came in, he was fighting beings of every race, all of them beyond epic, and was clearly being pushed, especially by two programs that were escalating programs, and were at the very edge of his ability to deal with. And as they entered, they would feel him being overwhelmed by combat lust, and his mind slowly spiraling in on itself. He could have simply told them, but he figured this would be a better demonstration of both what a worst case scenario would be, and what he expected them to do. It would be the perfect demonstration of what happened when a flawed god of freedom and chaos lost all control, and went into an ever tightening, ever rising spiral toward becoming a purer form of chaos. And what the other gods were so scared of, the reason he was appearing to sit on his ass, and merely pursue foolish, mortal delights.<br/><br/>The true Draiss was simply sitting in a corner of the room, hidden from all senses, redirecting his connections to the women to the simulacrum in the fight. He wasn't going to force them to fight him at his most powerful and insane. He had even temporarily redirected his followers connection to the avatar overseeing the death world. As far as everything not in this room was concerned, what happened in this room never did.<br/><br/>Even as they watched, the simulacrum's body twitched, the left half of its face suddenly sliding down about an inch, and three tentacles sprouted from under its right right arm, only to fade away within a few heartbeats. It was starting. He smiled, and then changed his voice to that of an emotionless, slightly female one. "Warning, warning, warning. Power levels have exceeded simulation counter ability. Requesting immediate assistance to contain Draiss. Alert. Safeties already disabled, unable to further enhance simulation enemies. Warning, warning, warning. Power levels still rising, unlocking hidden units six through twenty two. All avatars, combat units, war units, genocide units, report to the simulation room immediately for suppression of main unit. Alert, alert. High value non-avatar units detected in simulation room, diverting discretionary power to defensive shield. ... Be advised, shield at maximum power, unable to delay Draiss power overload. Advising<strong>immediate termination </strong>of main unit. Repeat, advising<strong>immediate termination </strong>of main unit. Do not allow it to exit the simulation, all loses acceptable. Warning, warning, warning..."