I knew how to use the thing's power, but without its help, I would have never been able to use it to such a scale. It would force me to stand up, to transform into a spawn of hell, into something that could withstand the journey. I'd focus on the specs of blood across the sea, and wait for it to push me, to be done with me. It had more to say though, and I would be forced to listen, not that I cared, I was leaving either way. I knew where I was and thus, I knew how to get back, I was finally free, physically anyway.
"I will send over an ambassador at some point in the future, be ready as your people might not be as welcoming to our kind." It was right, I had even experienced it firsthand.
"..." I'd attempt a response, but my form could not speak.
"I'll assume you know what you must do."
