Amos did not really think that Armarion would combine with himself. It was shocking but at the same time he did not know what to think. Was he content with this decision? Of course, it just meant that he wouldn't have to fight him, if it would come to that. 

He then looked at Iratze, his eyes filled with regret.

[color=gold]"Iratze...I don't know what to say to you. I did set you free, didn't I? For that I am sorry, for you seem to be yourself more so then you ever were before, but at the same time, what happened to you was a mistake. My emotions got the best of me and I fell to temptation. I realize that Brontes and Amare were right, we should have been helping them, the humans. That is why I am going to reveal our presence to them and help them build a better world. It is the only way we can exist together, I no longer want to hide in the shadows." [/color]

In an instant he was before Iratze, looking down at her. 

[color=gold]"I was wondering If I could change you back, before you say no or try to run, I will try anyways."[/color]

Amos then grabbed Iratze by her arms, attempting to fix her but instead of reverting her, something else happened that he had no expected. His hatred, buried deep down within himself now, latched on to the one thing that was still corrupted, Iratze. It happened within a minute, his old red aura ran through his arms into her, giving her power on level with even the mightiest gods. It then erupted and Amos was sent flying backwards. 

The impact sent him flying off the building and into the one across the street. He felt weaker then he had ever been before, but he managed to stand up and whisper, [color=gold]"Iratze, what have I done?"[/color] In vain he tried to call Cerbanis back to him, but he saw that the sword had found a new master, the goddess that he had just empowered.