Curse the plague that's yet to, yet to come

[Groshyr]

The purple glowing, like the fog of a nebula shrouded the Incubi - a moment later the same happened with walls - all was streaming with sudden power, aimed on the one object in this room. "Yours dare to disagree with Ours will? Yours dare to step away from the path?" No emotions, just cold conclusion - and demand of will, of obedience. The order was clear - to bow, to show respect to the Elders, Greater Light and everything of Nomads and Vagrants. "Kneel before us."