*Hellion's rage at the thought of being provoked by dead kindred grows rapidly, and flames burst to life around him. His eyes glow brightly, and a blur of movements reveals the havoc of his powers upon the reanimated bones of kindred. A flurry of elements shoot in all directions, coming from the air, ocean, and flames from the great Helldragn himself. The air pulses strongly as Hellion gives off a furious roar. The waves churn, and the clouds roll quickly. Lightning arcs through the heavens as it soon begins to rain, concealing all, but the glowing flames of hate and vengenge in the shroud of darkness. The last light of Hellion's presence disappears into the shadows of the enraged storm*