"We have enough energy," the King gasped. Slowly, the conduit began to turn incorporeal, fading back into the ground like the mist it had begun as. Shamira was left lying on the ground, her body covered with light-green and glowing goo. She looked as exhausted as Renata could imagine a being could look. Frolthac continued, "Let this woman's message be heard, sent as far and wide as --"

"For the Goddess's sake," his wife said, obviously enjoying her husband's sexual attentions more than his speech. "If you don't transmit soon, you're going to blow up! And you're not done here yet!"

The King tried to glower, but he couldn't quite...