[i]"He shows promise."[/i] Said Molkir. "He does. But now the question is, can he be swayed?" Said the dark figure. It cast its gaze over to the large temple door. It stretched out its arm, the palm of its hand facing the open door, and watched as the door shrieked closed before the Guardian could enter. With that, it lowered it's arm, and returned its grip to the hilt of its Cleaver. Trying to enter the temple now was futile by any means unless it allowed it now. Satisfied that it had the Guardian where it wanted him, he put his gaze onto the Guardian. It projected its power into the chasm below, causing a collection of shadows to blanket the ground below. [i]"What is your name, Guardian?"[/i] It spoke, it's voice sounding as if it came from everywhere at once.