"And so, there's the question, why exactly would someone like you need more power."
White continued, looking at what remained of the mighty Umbrawyric Queen.
To the other Umbrawyrs, she was their Queen, but White, armed with his memories, saw only a little girl consumed by a desire for vengeance.
"The Llumino Race took your father's life in a cowardly way, and ever since then you've been trying to get revenge on them, or to be exact, on him: Ascano Llumino, Light King of the Llumino Race."
"A man that not even the power of the Crimsio Umbrawyrio could hope to defeat. But by fusing with the Mallory Umbrawyrio and becoming a Nyxeliothra, you may stand a better chance, except that..."
White paused as her eye shook within its sockets.
"You'll fail."
He said, and she trembled in his grasp.
"A Nyxeliothra is not some woman of devilish power. It's a curse of power, one with a limited lifespan."
