The Council Of Light.

"She's lying," Umbra glanced at Giza while she held on to him, guiding him through her negative space, void of all light. "She's definitely lying to me, I have to find a way to break free of her and betray her before she gets any ideas again, that power, I need it if I want to stand a chance against that bastard..." 

His thoughts alligned with the warmth he could still clearly feel from her touch, her skin, hair and eyes may have returned to normal, but there was no doubt that the warmth he was feeling in his hand was hers, he had gotten used to it after exposure.

The question he was more interested in though was WHY? Why was she doing this much to keep the light, as a being destined to destroy it; to devour and eradicate all of it, why had she become so attached to her enemy's power?