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Smirking he taunted back "We haven't had a good night's sleep in your life time furball. Our own haunting visions have tormented us since our ascension. Your threats are hollow." he shook his head. "We think you're quite lucky she's here." he said looking over to Ziven, sleeping next to her helped but wasn't a cure for his recurring nightmares. Ontop of that she kept Yawgmoth on an unintentional leash in that he wouldn't go out of his way to be violent and destructive with her watching. "Or we'd be putting our words to the test on you already cat." he said in a threatening tone deciding to say no more of it, returning his attention to the fire. His lip curled in disgust. Too much light.

With a bit of a frustrated sigh, she stretched a bit and crossed her legs. Still so much mystery. "Well then, it is a bit like an egg then, is it not? We shall wait for it to hatch on its own .. or perhaps we shall crack it open ourselves." she said softly, tilting her head slightly as she continued to observe the flames.

Hearing the sorceress' statement, Lucky hopped down from the couch and began pacing away, tangential to the sphere. "If it is your wish to attempt such an act, then I'm afraid I must go. I hope you will reconsider, there is still time for you to leave for safety." He said this last sentence half-heartedly, as though knowing that they would not listen to him. "As for what I know, I know much, but can say little without betraying my master. My responsibility for this is by affiliation. Trust me, you'll need your strength for other opponents soon enough." As the cat moved further away from the pair, he paused. "I bid thee farewell Sorceress, and thee Titan."

"We doubt it." Yawgmoth shrugged. "No one poses a genuine challenge anymore. We would be delighted if your mystery opponents proved us otherwise. Yet we are never proven wrong when it comes to this. But do tell them to try and keep us from falling asleep mid fight." he said turning his back to the feline. He was done talking to that furball. He turned his eyes upon his wife. "Let them 'hatch'. Let whatever is inside get free of its containment. Maybe then we will find a decent opponent. Some entertainment. Although we doubt it. We will likely beat the damn thing back into its prison before it has a chance to tell us its name. Such is a price of power absolute." he said turning back to the feline. "So run along. Tell them we're eagerly waiting."

Realizing there was another present, the couch disappeared. She did not extend such pleasantries to unknown persons, but only to those whom proved to be kind, on some level. With a modest smile, she inclined her head to the man, having seen him just once or twice before, she believed. "Greetings." she said softly, keeping talk to a minimum until she knew what this man wanted.

Senstren remained silent for a few moments, continuing to stare at the gap between the two. Slowly, his eyes moved to Ziven, then to Yawgmoth. When he spoke, his voice combined with a choir of other voices. "The time of the Living has come to an end. I am the Bringer of Orannis. Surrender, or die a meaningless death, from which there will be no return." He paused, waiting for their responses. Senstren knew what they would be, but he figured he'd give them the option. In his heightened state of power, the amount of destruction that he could summon was nearly limitless, but dealing with the Titan and an ally, let alone the sorceress, would prove difficult. Meanwhile, he began to pull in energy from the air around him. Ziven would probably be able to sense the source behind him, but it's exact location would remain hidden.

Yawgmoth closed his eyes for a few moments and took a breath in. Exhaling his words floated on the wind. "Finally.." he said cracking his lips into a sadistic smile. The Titan's powers began to swell and fill the air around him with a thick purple aura which seemed like it was hurting him as it made his skin burn and blacken. Senstren however would know better, having seen the form that was about to come.

The dark purple fire around him flared for just a brief moment before fading entirely. Yawgmoth's skin was now obsidian black from head to toe making it difficult to distinguish facial features. His body was smaller and less bulky, his eyes were white with no sign of pupils anywhere and his hair had lost all color as well bleeding into a silky white as well.

Flexing his fingers for a moment he cracked his neck back and forth. "Do not disappoint me now child. Come, witness the end." the titan spoke. His voice spoke with an undertone, a twin of much deeper and darker sounds. The reason he spoke singular at the pinnacle of his power was obvious, the two minds inside his head became one.

His white eyes closed for a brief moment, a message sent across the mind to Ziven. "If this becomes intense, if I start to change into the final form, get me out of here. Teleport you and me out to safety. It likes you, it will calm down. Do not let it come out and engage him. It was only playing with Aliator and it nearly leveled his city. If it were to seriously fight with this..Bringer, it would do far more harm than I ever could. You understand?"

Wordlessly, Senstren raised his hand towards Yawgmoth, as he happened to be standing between the other two. He opened his hand, parting his fingers, allowing the energy he had just gathered to take form there. Ziven would have probably noticed that the energy had been drawn not from the center of the dome, but from a point offset to the back. A small splash of silver liquid formed between Senstren's fingers. It seemed to flow through the air for a moment before consolidating into a small sphere in the center of his palm. "You know little of true power." With that, the sphere imploded, while sending out a massive blast of energy in all directions around the necromancer. As it blew forward, much of the ground was thrown up, the grass and plant life decimated before it had a chance to be uprooted.