"Fascinating about your particular race, Precursor," began a gruff, sinister voice from the blurry, blob blackness in front of him. The voice sounded like it was being piped in through a speaker. Kedzuel could see other grey blobs around him, humanoid in shape at least, but he could not quite make them out. The voice continued. "Electric Dragons, living dynamos, powers: electromagnetism and particle manipulation. You can become anything, organic, inorganic, it doesn't matter. You can manipulate electromagnetic waves, frequencies as long as radio and as short as gamma rays. Blast EMP fields to disrupt electronics, control magnetism in metals. Harness lightning. And that is without the Array abilities. Perfect assassins, perfect spies. No one would suspect a thing save a simple radio wave you emit. No wonder those of your race are the warriors."
Kedzuel growled, lifting his head to the alien voice. His white streaked bangs fell into his eyes."But with the Array," the voice continued, "your kind are practically gods. And I was able to take you down."