[ The light throws shadows around the crumbling stone, deepening the contrast of those armored statues to an almost sinister degree. Wrathion observes them coolly for a moment, momentarily lost in thought. ]

Only that it is an object of great power. Such that we were able to track it through the veil between worlds.

[ And he gestures towards the elf's hand, the one that possessed that odd green glow to it. ]

Something very similar to that, in fact. Though not your actual hand, thankfully. You'll be keeping that for the time being, never fear.