Andreas Vetala filled his mind. "You mistake me for another," Lucretia rasped to Andreas when he approached her. And the familiar presence of Vetala was gone. He was halted momentarily by this confusion. "But if you help me, human boy, then I will take you to my mistress, the one who taught me how to channel Darkness...Vetala herself." And then all was explained - Darkness flooded through him. The Darkness that was inseparably related to Vetala. Now, in a strange sense, he was Vetala too. It was a moment of truth that only lasted for a moment, because it was made obsolete by a flood of indescribable clarity. His entire body tingled, and he became aware of everything within himself. Everything. Every muscle, every sensation. The chaotic sounds of battle filled his ears, and he could feel his brain dissecting and sorting it into relevant and not relevant. He could feel the adrenaline ebbing and flowing. The awareness spread to his powers - wherever he turned his attention, he could sense every globule of water and the hardness of every surface, whether he'd be able to grind it or not. The whole world was running at half-speed. He stood stunned at this tide of information, and after a little while it eased to a level he could cope with, but he was still left with awareness far beyond what he normally possessed. It wasn't the only gift the Darkness gave him. He also felt the joy drain from him. It was more than a passing dejection. It reached deep inside, to that spark of hope that he kept locked away from the world, and the Darkness snuffed it. The world was bleak and cold, and there would only be suffering. He could see everything, but nothing mattered. A light fairy who had been witnessing the exchange swung at him with a curved blade wreathed in a green aura. Andreas sidestepped the blow whilst grinding his hand. He caught the falling weapon and severed the fairy's head with it. He then turned to Titania and Oberon. This was his chance to impress Lucretia. He could sense their feelings, but it was foggy. Even with his heightened perception, there was a magic there greater than his own. Still, he sensed there might be an opening, so he fixed his attention on Oberon and said, "levity." Knowing that the spell would take effect or not regardless of whether he watched, he turned his attention to one of the Elfguard. He looked for the water in her veins and dragged it into her feet.