"Blood will pour like rain from the heavens !"

The effect was instant and absolute. As if seeing a specter of death, the enter chamber of shouting, threat-filled voices fell fearfully silent. Markuss burned with anger, hot and out of control as thousands of distracted eyes once again anxiously fixed on him. He was losing the battle of emotion verses balance. It hurt too much, and the Prefect of Timar could not contain the contempt that welled inside him.

These bickering children whose races he had coddled for thousands of years had not listen to his words of wisdom, never heeded his call for prudence. He could protect them no longer. And now... now they would be sentenced to a grizzly future, one of the High Priest could not bear to think about. Suddenly, the passion burst from within him and the energy controller slammed his fist on the glowing lectern, sending shards of brilliant light flashing in all directions ! The effect was dazzling. It froze the entire audience.

"Now heed tis !" he commanded, sweeping the room with an accusing finger. "I Markuss, Lord of Timar, Prefect to the High Counsel, and Keeper of the Gate of Time, hereby condemn you to suffer a future that will be both ghastly an seared with pain. I promise you this... yes, I promise you this. You will lament the folly of your sins. And you will pay for them with a currency of blood !"