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Nearly the moment she arrived back where she had been, she heard sounds and saw light again from where Yawgmoth was. This was soon followed by a wave of feelings. Unable to tame her curiosity, she was again gone with a small pop. Slowly she neared Yawgmoth where he lay, her expression serious but frowning. Analyzing what was going on within him, the frown lessened, almost to that of a smirk. Realizing that madness was setting in, she took caution by keeping her distance though he were in view. "My goodness. Such conflict within you. Would it not be nice if one knew how to bring peace to such conflict? If only .."

Yawgmoth's eyes began to glow with a soft purple light and his jaws unhinged opening wide to reveal the same glow. From his eyes, from his mouth, even his ears and nostrils it appeared, beams of purple light shot outward. They were however, not devastating, attacks, or anything of the sort just..light. Yawgmoth managed to stand up and grab his head from both sides clutching his skull. He let our a loud demonic shrieking sound that sounded rather...distorted. Like it was coming from a radio with bad transmission. The lights from his eyes and mouth grew brighter and brighter and brighter until they were blindingly so. Another distorted sound and Yawgmoth exploded. Hundreds of drops of black rain fell from the sky and scattered all around. The black rain drops gathered back into a puddle and formed Yawgmoth once again still clutching his head. Still visibly in agony. His body started to destabilize however, things were getting worse. His wings ripped from his back and then..almost dissolved away dripping onto the ground as they melted leaving scars on his back where they once were. His tail thrashed around before it took the shape of a large black tentacle. It would then return to looking like his normal tail, before it too dissolved away and fell onto the ground in a puddle of black. Yawgmoth let loose another distorted roaring shriek and his whole body did the same. The three large puddles of black gathered up upon themselves again took his form in liquid state. They attempted to solidify but were unsuccessful and only scattered again. This continued for several more attempts before finally he returned to normal, his wings stretched and spanned, his tail normal. "WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME!" He screamed into the sky, a clear indicator his mind had cracked. He had referred to himself in singular, not plural.

As Ziven attempted a connection she would feel, and almost visualize a massive dark entity of unspeakable power reject her with a profound magical statement. There was already too much going on within Yawgmoth's systems to allow another connection to enter. It was almost clear now that the darkness inside of Yawgmoth was alive if magic could be considering a sentient living thing. And it was doing its best to preserve itself like all living things did when threatened with fear of death.

"Mmm, you are on your own, Mr Yawgmoth." she said with a soft sigh. Knowing there was nothing more she could do for him, she again returned to the place where she had left Reeve, clearly unable to do anything other than watch Yawgmoth in agony.

Reaching the fire, she laid eyes on him again but did not smile. "Reeve?" seeing that he was not there, she reached out with her mind and curiously enough, she found him by Yawgmoth and again returned. Had the situation not been so grim, she would have found this bouncing back and forth amusing. "Caution Reeve, on this night, Yawgmoth is not himself."