The End

'Are…are you sure?' said the daemon, sensing the Collector's intent. She stared nervously at the twin tusks, still remembering how powerful the elites were.

"I have calculated the risk. It is minimal," said the Collector.

Regardless, the Collector desired a sample of one of the elites even now, if only in honor of the formidable showing they had provided against the Collector.

The risk was also indeed minimal. The Collector was nearly fully regenerated due to the effects of the throne, and it could choose to only manifest one elite. Even if one elite went wild against it, the Collector could easily dispatch it in a one-on-one duel. 

Thus, the Collector materialized the elite.

A single tusk shattered in a cloud of blue as a shockwave of energy burst forth. The elite materialized from this cloud, and its musclebound body and blank face stared at the Collector with jittery movements, wavering between standing still and immediate hostility.