He floats back, snarl on his face as semi-transparent figure appears before him.
“I didn’t need your help, Maven! I could.....”
“Shut up you fool!” The Maven hisses, gripping Auroc’s chin tightly. “The time has come! We have lost our primary position and advantages. You know what needs to be done. I carry the power to re-birth our people, you carry the power to survive. We knew this was possible, but in your arrogance you wanted to face them head on! Now we have no choice and will do things my way!”
Auroc grimaces, than slowly nods.
“It will be but the once. I cannot do it again, Maven.”
She nods and aparates a strange device with a sharp end on it. She plunges it into Auroc, power flowing into him from it. He grunts, his pores letting out steam as he does so. The Maven weaves a spell, and the steam creates a cocoon that surrounds the two and hardens. After a moment, the cocoon shatters and a wave of terrible power beats on the air.
Floating high above is Auroc, though his skin is now Threshling dark and his body more slender, more graceful. He nods, flexing his hands and when he speaks, the voice sounds a blend of Auroc and The Grand Maven.
“It’s time.”
They gesture, and the Grand Rune Sigil of Destruction starts to trigger.