*Styx, seeing this man, slowly approached him, unsure what to expect. All he knew was that this guy had something he needed: Light. And whether it was the SIVA that flowed through him or not it was clear that he wanted it more than he needed it. A triangle of SIVA particles formed around his arm, being filled in with a lighter red color, until it resembled a Shield with the SIVA logo on it* Who might you be, if I may ask?