The bones and void energy seemed to be trading words, almost as if they were conversing. Jonathan thought this to be strange. He set the bones on the floor by what what appeared to be the base of a single conflux. The wishers grew louder and softer, changed tones, and languages. Then, in an instant, everything fell silent. Jonathan snapped up right from sitting against the wall. His Hawk Moon drawn and at the ready. He slowly approached where the exchange had been happening. Then it happened. The void collapsed in on itself, wait a split second, and erupted back out again with such force that it threw Jonathan out of the throne room and back into the hall way. His vision was blurred and his hearing rang. It cleared and his ghost was yelling at him to get back to his feet. He slowly up righted himself, and what he saw made his blood turn stone cold. The fireteam that had disappeared, was now standing in front of him, but they had changed. They were solid black, like silhouettes, but it was them, standing before him. Dark, rich purple void energy rolled off of them and billowed across the floor like fog across a lake on a cool morning. Jonathan stared for a moment. He turned, and ran he never had run before… but he could hear them coming, and they were coming fast.