As Karyl plasy his guitar and Kartzeh listens with quiet amusement, Danyael is in silent contemplation over the past occurances that the companions have gone through. First, he remembers when he was Kanshisha, the strong, but brash young noble of the Order. He remembered the quests he had gone on in order to save the universe time and again. But amongst those memories, he remembered the constant arguements the companions had amongst each other, flaunting their power around as if it were some sort of toy for them to turn on and off.

He remembered how the Umbral Royalty, Fei and Tamrissa, would flux their strength around with little regard for the repercussions. He remembered how Soul would use his own magic to heal wounds and "exact justice", instead of using rational, regular means that could have been even more effective. He remembered how Kawanua and his many personalitieswhich, ironically, all began with the same letter. He remembered how Shenba would beat on him when he was Kanshisha. How she would pick on him and belittle him, completely arrogant in the knowledge that she was his mentor. He remembered how Kawanua would constantly try to kill himself because of his own self pity and self disgust. He remembered how Gulver would always slur out smartmouthed remarks because he was a prisoner of Tamrissa's. And most of all, he remembered his own idiocy as he would even use his own power for conventional means. He, like his companions, was spoiled with power.

Yes, the companions were indeed fighting for peace, and prosperity in the universes. But, amongst their own purposes, were they not corrupt with their own power? They used power all the time. Whether it be to flare their eyes, to break things down, or even to show it off to demonstrate how much of a match they were for someone. And Danyael was no exception to this. He, too, had his set of showing demonstrations of psionic and omnigen portions of strength.

"We just keep on drinking from the fountain..." he utters as he closes his eyes and shakes his head. He is quickly taken out of his silence asd Mary asks him of his condition. He turns his head and looks her in the eyes. "I hate these people... and their self righteous, false sense of duty. It's all a game to them..." the nephilim lord says as his crossed arms tensen with an unhidden anger. "The drink of power without knowing their own roots..." he adds with a clue of disgust in his tone, just loud enough for any inside the Rhino to hear.

"I'd kill them here and now... But what would that prove?" he says once more as he looks to the ceiling and closes his eyes.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In Space~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A shift in space ripples through the area even higher above the battle. A massive spiral of light and dark whisps around, exploding into a helix of prismal light, forming a rift within the void. Though the phenomenon was spectacular to behold, it was far too high for the ships to take notice. Out of the void came three figures, gigantic in size and even more powerful in their own individual persona.

One of the figures wore a norse helmet, complete with two, elongated, twisted ivory horns that jut from the right and left upper parts of the head. In the center of the forehead area was a perched gargoyle with four menacing wings. In the area where the face would be, there was only blackness with the excpetion of two bright red slits that acted as the eyes of the figure.The eyes were always narrowed and sinister, giving him a more demonic look. The rest of his body was shrouded in an obsidian cloak, lined with various jewels and runes.

The second figure was more minatory in appearance. He was shrouded in a blood red cloak, decorated in an variety of ominous runes and inscriptions. He wore a Japanese Samurai style helmet, complete with a menacing wolf mask with sabter-toothed fangs. The mask was also littered with carved inscriptions of a language long dead. The eyes of the mask were blood ruby, swirling with an all too vigorous darkness within. His helmet bore four horns around the top part of the helmet. Each horn was a different shape and color. The horn in the back was more like an antler of solid gold. The second horn was like that of a ram, shaped from deep marble. The third horn was more like a bull's horn, sharp as an axe and thick as iron. But the horn itself was actually formed of pure titanium. The fourth and final horn, which was in the front of the helmet, was the largest one. It was more like a massive blade than an actual horn. On it were various inscriptions of the same dead language that was used on the mask.

The third figure, whom was in the between the other two figures, was the most menacing of them. He was also the tallest. His body, like the others was shrouded in a deep colored cloak. But this cloak was more of a deep purple color, complete with deep shades of magenta in elegant streaks. His shoulders were clothed in shoulder pads that jutted out various spikes and thorns of gold and crystal. His Helmet was much like his loung, massive shoulder pads, but there was somthing different about it. The deep, obsidian helmet was tall, slightly remniscent of a horse's skull. The area where the eyes would be are set in six slits of deep white crystal. This, more than likely would be used for his eyes from behind the helmet. Around the top of the helmet was a crown of an array of horns and blades that spiked and twisted in appearance.

Apparently, the middle figure was the leader of the trio.

"Amusing, how these mortals act. In the end, they are simply finite anyway." he spoke from behind his helmet. The other two remained calm and quiet, but agreed with his words immediately after they were spoken.

"Well, we have better things to do." he says as the rift opens up once again, pulling them in, like a whirlpool would the water around it. And as the rift booms shut, a resounding shockwave rushes through the area, coming close
to colliding with the battling starships.

~~~~~~~~~~~On the Planet~~~~~~~~~~~

Danyael looks back at Mary and slowly puts his forehead on hers. "I'm sorry i've been so...detatched. Alot has happened since we got here."

Kartzeh, on the other hand had fallen asleep because of the relaxing melodies that poured forth from Karyl's instrument.