Hours pass. The voidwalker that disappeared inside that control room now meditates in the center of the breach. He drifts between current reality, what was once reality, and what it shall soon be contorted to; IF he does not alter what is to come. "Play back the feed" he orders toward his ghost. Soon on the ground, the ghost projects the contingency which took place in that room. So... Sudden, without hesitation, without remorse... "He's intriguing, wouldn't you say?" The voidwalker continues. "He's dangerous" the ghost cuts in. "No, no... He's just sporadic is all. Blinded by what ever his ambition attempts to lead him towards. Not dangerous; just potential without meaning.." The voidwalker attempted to explain to his ghost. Though he could tell from the blank expression in it's calculating eye. "I can only sense déjà vu from what you described, I mean-" Soon, the ghost is cut off by a rapturous voice "[u][b]QUIET. HE HAS ARRIVED, OH BEARER MINE,[/b][/u]" "Good" the voidwalker stands toward the warlock's direction. "It was nice to see you had the audacity to commit those transgressions. But it's even better you came here... I assume you've have armored yourself with our 'gift'? "