[i]"Echo me. Do not deviate or we... well you, end up in the underworld."[/i] [b]He raises his hands, fists alighting in the same blue flame. He then spoke, but in a deep, guttural voice, not his coarse whisper.[/b] [u]"Nec shrla gopa namous slivintu avrinti zefphros da kla framinit sha. Oosha langa abinni nec ros ma. Lah manous refah!"[/u] [b]He continued the chant, the flames on his fist progressively deepening in shade.[/b]