Draiss turned and grinned evilly, his double fangs flashing, as he dropped his illusions, revealing the black metal with sickly, glowing green highlights on his left arm and leg, and the massive cluster of flesh tentacles that weaved on his back. The massive scar tissue that was his face, and the gaping eye sockets. "ALOT OF THINGS<strong>SHOULD</strong>HAVE KILLED ME, CHILD, BUT I AM A WHOLE DIFFERENT LEVEL OF MONSTER. AND HERE, THE MONSTERS ARE VERY,<strong>VERY</strong>REAL, BUT ONLY STIR WHEN PROVOKED. SADLY, YOU HAVE DONE SO."<br/><br/>The illusions were restored after that flash, but his right arm sprouted crystalline formations as he grabbed Orias's face with that hand, and began pumping power into him, far more than he could readily ground out of him, and began stripping his mind for as much information as possible, even as he continued killing him in a quick but exceptionally painful fashion, his nerves literally cooking in his body.