Greg remained inactive, the bloodlines still fighting for dominance, his concept DEATH suppressed by an unknown power, his talents dormant. His body was like a husk, no will within it.
The bloodlines continued their chaotic struggle for dominance, while the sandworm drew ever closer.
[An unknown bloodline within you opens its eyes groggily.]
[The bloodline Primordial Fire Dragon bows its head in fear.]
[The bloodline Primordial Water Dragon bows its head in fear.]
[The bloodline Sin of Wrath bows its head in fear!]
[The unknown bloodline is furious at the perpetrator of the discord for disturbing its slumber!]
[The unknown bloodline commands the Primordial Fire Dragon and Primordial Water Dragon bloodlines to devour the Sin of Wrath!]
[The bloodline Sin of Wrath tries to resist!]
[The unknown bloodline prevents the Sin of Wrath from resisting.]
[The Primordial Fire Dragon devours half of the Sin of Wrath bloodline.]
[The Primordial Water Dragon devours the other half.]
