"I see... The shadow. That's what you call it," Fiske responded, standing and lifting his hand towards the ceiling, palm outstretched. A beat, and it began to glow a blueish color. He lowered the hand, and clenched his fist briefly before opening it back up to reveal a black aura, a part of the shadow, surrounding his hand. He nodded, examining it. Interesting...
"Divine magic, I see," he noted, "Yes... I know it well. It's very powerful. In fact, this makes sense. We were going to pass off what we were picking up on our scanners as an error in our system, but I felt there was more to it than that... I suppose that's because I spent much of my life dealing with corrupted versions of the being who created your shadow."