<div class="floatright">(http://wallpapercraze.com/images/wallpapers/mountain_top_arena_w1.jpeg)</div>The roars, the adulation, the cries.  This was it.  This was the glory.  This was where Phelypsis was meant to be.  Theroldat the Glimmering Edge had been a god to these people, these shouting, screaming throngs around her in their hides and leathers, with their spears and swords.  Not only that, he'd been a literal God.  And when Phelypsis ripped his heart from his chest, it had felt good and she had taken his power.<br/><br/>Who now could challenge her?  Who now could fight her?<br/><br/>Dressed in armor, a heavy exterior look but all formed of dragon-steel and thus light to move about in, Phelypsis kept the thrill of all of the arena.  She had won.  She'd beaten them all.  Every comer, every warrior, every beast.  It had taken some time, yes, the past six months had been gruelling fighting everything imaginable, sometimes four matches a day, never less than two.  She had grown stronger.  Her will had coalesced.  She was the strongest.  The mightiest.  Looking to the stands, Phelypsis sees her friends, the Delvers, Ayca, all of the people she has met with and taken in as friends.  All of the people who have supported her.  Now they know she is the strongest.<br/><br/>Then the skies darkened.  A murmer through the crowd, so many Andra voices rising as one, "Kyfsitta..."  Three lines of them, more than Phelypsis had even known could exist walk into the Arena behind them a cloaked shape.  They begin to chant and kneel, praying before the cloaked figure, then turn and leave.<br/><br/>"Phelypsis, you have done your Hinsha proud.  Look, Rylafain has such pride in her eyes.  Look, all the Hishis of Legend are gathered.  Look, your mother with a spear in her hand and a crown upon her head.  You will unite them all.  You will remake that Empire.  But first, you must defeat me."<br/><br/>The voice is powerful, full, like a world's worth of swords clattering, like a million voices times a million voices.  And the hood comes off.  There is no mistaking, it is an Andria, an ancient Andria, with all of the signs of the Andra race, but more.  No, no, this isn't an Andrian.  This is one of the Gods of the Andrians.  And she wishes Phelypsis to fight her.  A dark smile comes across her face and she calls out, "Fight me, Phelypsis.  Claim the Andra.  Claim the Empire.  Claim your place among the Gods."<br/><br/>The Goddess's body splits in two, walking about the area and trying to flank Phelypsis.<br/><br/><strong>Phelypsis, you are under the command of the Illithids.  The two Goddess-images are Sydney and Lorelei.  If you defeat them, you unite your people.</strong>