Great One appears out of nothing, once again. He looks around and sniggers. 'Such pitiful figures...', he thinks to himself as he looks at the people situated in the room. The Great One then walks over to one he has come to know as Zeratulcraft. He stops about 6 feet away from him and stares into his eyes. He starts to slowly chant words to himself. The room begins to become darker, the air a little thinner, and then the Great One is suddenly surrounded by clouds thick with a dark green smoke. His eyes start to fill with an evil glint as his pupils turn green. The Great One begins to whirl his arms around summouning the smoke to his figure. He glances up again at the one known as Zeratulcraft, and roars a primitive noise before pushing the clouds of dark green smoke at the person. The smoke starts to consume the boy, and as the evil green flows out of the inside of the Great One the one known as Zeratulcraft slowly disappears.