The green, man-shaped robot at the base of the Crystal, dictating to itself at a high speed, was now quite clearly splitting its attention between the events on the plain and those beings in the skies over the plain. Its eyes were rotating, from looking out at the plain to looking up into the air, at a rate of once per micro-second. Except for its manipulation of the machinery on its chest, it was motionless, but as the seconds and minutes passed there was that about its posture and its speaking voice (though an unwavering monotone, its cadence betrayed something that in a human might be called emotion) that displayed an increasing unease, and even something approaching fear.
The beings over the plain, too, were acting differently. The beams of light and darkness and energy which were flowing from their bodies into the Crystal were splitting and flowing into each other and off into space, flaring briefly as they seemed to touch something in the skies over the world of the M'krann and then winking out. As with the green robot, had there been any with the time and opportunity to concentrate clearly on them, and with the superhuman senses and perception to see them as they truly were, they would have noticed that, like the green robot, their body language and expressions, though seemingly benign, unconcerned, and/or neutral, began to express a disquiet, focussed on the large, white-winged, white-haloed human-looking figure, whose face was chillingly placid and whose arm continued to move, glacially slow and glacially unstoppable, towards the thing (which could not be focussed on, for whatever it was eluded the eye) hanging from its waist.
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