Before you stand a mass of souls swirling and diving. The colors and sounds are almost overwhelming pushing you back as elves and orcs lost souls battle over control of the beautiful creature before you. The body is surrounded by black flames, they seem to burn into your armor attempting to draw your soul into the collective insanity contained in the eternal entity of psycho. Without hesitation the common that surrounded you has blossomed into beauty. The rancid corpses around dance and the mud under your boots gleems. When there are flowers they bloom. Psycho is in perfect balance with the dead and living feeding and spreading beauty both in life and death.
He stands before in Radiant Red Armor, a large tribal dragon is etched into his armor along his flanks created with powerful magic. His Black Flames dance around his arms and shoot up his weapons. This Esper seems to overcome vulnerabilities to weapons and is ready to Mobilize against the forces of Evil.
