She retorts that she did explain his power level, and that he is not quite as powerful as some of the foes they have faced, in the field. And defeated.<br/><br/>As the group approaches the cathedral, Draiss can sense the strength of the power, within. It is... immense. Clearly, it's suppressing its power, quite a bit, and the crystalline walls keep it from leaking out over the population, excessively, but, whatever is inside is, at the very least, impossibly powerful, at least as strong as he is, if not more.<br/><br/>Upon being led into the cathedral, he can see the source of this power, the walls no longer filtering it out. Floating in the heart of the building, and, clearly, the central design feature of the entire structure, it looks to be a creature, standing almost fifty feet tall, constructed out of pure, silver crystal, made up of hundreds of smaller pieces, floating in a roughly two-dimensional pattern, forming a vaguely humanoid shape, though it is anything but humanoid. Immediately, he feels the weight of the empathic creature, kindness and compassion, mixed with alarm, at his corruption, a series of images flitting through his head, as he moves into the room. At first, he sees a vast expanse of blackness, a void of nothingness. Out of it, solid pieces begin to form, small slivers of nothingness and blackness, that slowly, slowly, combine, and meld together, growing larger, until he sees a full creature, roughly like the towering being before him. Then more of them, hundreds, thousands. The void is theirs, and they control it, guide it, and shape it. But, out of the void, a speck of light, a single, tiny point in the darkness, and, from it, new sensations. The crystal-void creatures seem divided on what to do about the light; some seek to extinguish it, as it hurts and offends them. Others, to protect it, because it is new and different. The two factions split, and the ones that seek to protect it changed color, becoming silvery, as if the light were imbuing them. A tiny fraction of the massive void, but a presence, nonetheless.<br/><br/>A final series of images filters into his mind; those of him, a swarm of the dark void-crystals surrounding him, while he glows with the soft, silvery light, himself. After a few moments, the image splits; one of the light being extinguished, with him turning the void-black as well, and the other of the crystals adopting the strange, silvery hue.