Isaik listened wondering if Salkeen even had the strength left for such a endeavor, however knowing the demonic lord, he would make energy if he needed…
Though Jericha’s new form seemed to be filled with many new emotions, her affection of her lies only grew. It was in Isaik’s nature to watch all he could, Yumara debated with Orion, Salkeen had his own things to figure out…
IsIk was brought back to his minions voice, “Difficult question, Ahcirej is needed, But having her under the sway of the mentally unstable Jericha… Could cause complications…” Isaik hissed.
Isaik perked a eyebrow amused, “You say that like Lord Salkeen doesn’t respond to everything with rage.” Isaik gave a hoarse version of laughter.
“You have done well, my Yumara… Though I will go to the Ebony Tower in time to deal with the fool myself… There will be a time when he learns his place…” Isaik growler slightly.
The sheer audacity of the attack has Isaik on edge! Weaving his arms around calling to his form his version of void he surrounded Yumara and himself in a black mist… Isaik first behind his flesh shaping of his Yumara, knitting back the skin inside her body repairing numerous amounts of damage! Isaik doesn’t stop there, within the mist, familiar trees appeared, a small portion of Yumara’s forest brought to the planets surface within the darkness… The dark Master, had seen enough… Pulling his arms up he commanded the ground to rise like that of a pointed cliff. The two Isaik and Yumara would appear above the mists on this rocky pedestal, “Enough!!! Salkeen control your minion!” Isaik boomed…
Isaik wanted to send all sorts of horrifying magic and nightmares at the arrogant elves, but chose a different target to fill with his wrath! Reavrix was lifted off the ground by spiraling smoking tendrils that wrapped around his neck and body… “You, tell me where the dead Titan planet is…” Isaik constricted Reavrix around the neck… Isaik didn’t need a vocal response, if Reavrix even had thought of it Isaik would know… “Good…” Isaik has seen his prize… The destroyed remains of a Titan world! This Titan construct they had fought nothing more than a scrap of the real thing! A ruined world the size of Outlands, every scrap of dirt upon this world Titan flesh…
Isaik grew colder… “You know me… Say it then… Prove that you know what I am!” Isaik hissed… This time he needed it verbally, a certain power would come from this thing not spoken for eons… Isaik glared down at Reavrix ready to fill his mind with dread, he might even turn the poor demon into a mindless babbling sap… “Say it!” Isaik roared!
Reavrix finally broken muttered the words… “You are Zalak…”
Isaik whipped his head back in ecstasy, it had been eons since his other name had been used… Power from the name flowed into him, his form pulsating with void energies… For a split second it almost looked like horns might burst from his head, hooves form from his rotten feet… Isaik calmed his new power reforming his undead appearances, “Perfect…” Isaik hissed, turning to Yumara he peered at her with new resolve… Waving his arm over her he would cure Salkeen’s petty curse… Isaik glared back up at Salkeen and his minion, “I care not for this pitiful creature now…” Isaik said referring to Reavrix…