The Shade of Grixis and the Deathsinger, Molkir, approached the open temple, coming up on the remains of the Hive that had guarded the entrance within. They stopped before the threshold of the door, in the center of the carnage. The Shade's left arm began to surge with power of the Light, it's arm becoming a bright white against the rest of its seemingly dark body. Seconds later, the ash remains of each fallen Hive rose from the ground, showing the same energies of Light and Darkness, until they reformed into their original form, albeit their bodies now composed with opposing energies, as certain parts of their bodies, minus their armor, shimmered and surged with black and white. "Molkir," spoke the Shade. [i]"Yes, my liege?"[/i] It looked at the collection resurrected Hive around him, then into the temple. "Make sure that wretch reaches the Summoning Pits." She didn't question him, merely entering the temple with the Hive collection close behind. As for the Shade, he was going to make sure a certain Ogre got its revenge.