Closing the large book, he let it fall ungraciously to the floor. He cast his eyes down at the black rock-like substance that was now his chest. Is that what he was now? A threat to the Planet? A virus? If there Lifestream had indeed been seperated from him, then why was he still alive? Closing his eyes he attempted in vain to work into another explaination...none came. Opening his eyes, he looked out with cold indifference at the ruined room, noting the black crystals which had formed on it's every edge. He spoke to an audience of only himself.
"What's done is done...now it's time to apply the findings I sought." Stepping past the rubble, he opened one of the heavy shutters upon his window, squinting as the morning light came streaming through. Opening his mind, to the world at large he sought out a single mind within the sea of minds which swam before him.
'Sanria...'
