The moment Bandit steps into the room, his sense for discord rises sharply. Despite the nexus of glowing life energy at the center of the room, nature at its purest, he feels that he’s entered a vault of horrors, a killing ground. A mood like death presses at him from all around the periphery of the room. Tones and colors of thought conjure images in his mind of many living things, small and great alike, giving up their life energy here, dying, in fear and terror.