The Lantern King turns his implacable gaze upon Devaguea, and speaks as if he hadn't responded. "To drink without quenching thirst; to climb a mountain that has no peak. I staged this performance, and you have left it with no finale. You took away my Nyrissa, my precious toy, carefully crafted of despair and wrath. I<em>could</em>reduce you to dust, revive you, and turn you to dust again, here and now. But the universe abhors inelegance, so instead, I shall repay you, with your own coin!"<br/><br/>The mask upon his face shifts, from one of arrogance to a confident, mocking smirk. He casts a spell, incredibly complex, and a tear in the fabric of reality opens behind him, through which he casually passes - and leaves open, almost invitingly so.<br/><br/>Nyrissa just stares at the departing Lantern King. "How strange fate can be... moments ago, we were enemies, and now, we oppose a demigod... together. Everything I have worked for is in ruin, my thousand year journey finally at an end... and yet, I feel alive. More alive than I can ever remember," she said, and then began to laugh - a wild, musical laughter, like the release of tension built up over years, tears forming in her eyes.