"Then you will all die, along with it, and, likely, much of the world beneath us," he states, matter-of-factly. "Any sudden damage this us, or the obelisk, could snap all the energies free, releasing enough power to destroy hundreds of thousands of those pathetic mortals, below us." He grins at Draiss, still confident. "I know what you are. They spoke the truth to me, and you are no more a god than I am, for, we have the same gifts, don't we? Perhaps in a different form, but we are very similar, you and I. And, with a word, I can strip you of that gift, consume it, to drive the engine that shall remake this world, in my image!"