[i]"Because there are some that still follow the ways of Oryx and his son. They are seen by Sarkon as weak, and to him, such weakness cannot be allowed to flourish. So now, the Hive are at war with each other. As for Grixis, hold on... Found him."[/i] Suddenly, they seemed to move toward Fundament, at super-sonic speeds. A split-second later, they found themselves in a dark room, with only a patch of crystals on the wall to give some light in the room. Nothing decorated the room, except for some kind of stone chair facing the wall opposite of the only entryway. And in said chair, was the Dark Guardian himself, Grixis. His armor seemed to be more detailed than before. The entirety of the armor was now a pitch black color from its former dark color. The bone like plating everywhere seemed to be more defined and sharper looking, as if just touching it could leave sever wounds. The crevices in the armor now pulsed a white color instead of green every few seconds, and the helmet no longer had the two points on either side of the head, it was now replaced by a set of three horns going back and curving up on each side. Grixis was hunched over, back facing the rest of the room. Not long after, the door slid open in multiple direction, parting way for the Deathsinger, Molkir. "[i]My liege."[/i] She spoke, breaking the silence of the silent room. "What is it?" He spoke. His voice seemed, deeper than it usually was. "[i]The resistance is losing their power rapidly. They have no hope of survival, now that The Taken and your Reborn are against them."[/i] "Good." [i]"My liege, are you well?"[/i] He didn't respond immediately, letting the silence take over once more. Then he chuckled. "Am I well?" He then began to rise from his seat, standing to his full height- Anaxis looked at him confused. He was taller than he was before, just what- Grixis then turned around to face Molkir, the light illuminating his front. "I have never felt better." Anaxis was horrified to his very core, he was actually petrified at what he saw. When Grixis spoke, the part of his helmet where his mouth would be, [i]moved[/i] as he spoke, the back of the throat glowed faintly from the light within him! The helmets three white eyes, each had black slit pupils! Grixis' armor, wasn't just armor now, that armor [i]was[/i] him!