One quiet night, a day or two after the broadcast, The Fog hisses in Atem's ear.

"You've done well, my child. The humans are terrified of you--as they should be. Can you taste their fear?"

The wind howls overhead, ruffling Atem's hair.

"You've proven your true devotion--now, I give you my strength. Use it well, my pet, and continue to spread the will of the Fog...."