Ganondorf stepped outside the circle. Once just outside of the edge, he turned to face Sharpe, eyes closed. There was no chanting, but he did hold out his hand, palm down, over the circle. His lips moved as he summoned up the depths of his power. All at once, his eyes opened, pupils replaced with a blazing white glow. The circle suddenly raised up in flames, crisscrossing as they followed a distinct pattern, save for that small area where Sharpe stood.

Ganondorf raised up his other hand, directing the flow of magical energies. The fire dissipated as it was replaced by a shining white light. He tightened his fists and then the light turned blood red. At that moment, the power began to course inside of the major. Painfully, like it was being injected through his skin by thousands of needles.

Ganondorf spoke.

"I have housed my power in you. If there is anything you desire, then I shall desire it, too. If you have enemies, they shall be my enemies. Rise Richard Sharpe, Warrior of Another World. Savor your new power."