He expected this much. For such a being to lord
over power as if some dragon over its golden loot.
So to prove the worthiness of his cause, from his 
satchel Klaus produced a large orb, about it size
of his head. Black and green swirled around within,
exuding an eerie aura. There was a certain rhythm 
to the marbly black orb. Like it sang, slowly and surely.

“The son of sparda should have plenty of power to spare. There is great power in your blood. A power I could put to great use, this orb would be a receptacle of such power. This orb is a tool– A bridge, it can force two realities to collide. Only if its power source permits.”