An odd, thick, red goo covered her, from a massive being that stood next to her. Twelve feet tall of disgustingness. It seemes to smile, then started to walk away. Something began to eat at your mind. [i]The Dread are king. The king is not dead. Long live the king.[/i] It repeated, like a broken record, as Shadow lost control of their legs, forcing them to kneel. Their chest started to glow, as did their eyes. The skin started to peel back from the fingers, nails disappearing. Shadow had no control. The elemental anarchy that plagued the surrounding army disappeared, and re-appeared ok Ver Dojoville.