(the doppelganger spies silco too late when the man emerges from his cloaking. there is a sigh as the knife thrusts into the doppelganger's chest, its lungs expelling air. it does not die with one great agonized scream, unable to where the pressure on its heart becomes too immense. its corpse drops to marble flooring, shattering as a mirror might. the devil is dead and they are the victors.

voryn does not feel as though he's won anything. the distraction was effective, but its ire had come from a real place, and it takes the sorcerer several moments to realize that he was not the one stabbed. he has survived again despite how lacking this existence presently is.

eyes move first, raising from the shards of ice.) ... That was more effective than I anticipated. It was... fragile. As are we all, in the end. (when there's nothing left to do but die, is it satisfying to know that they all go the same way or is it disgusting to know that this man, silco, will turn to bone and ash like him?

is he not destined for something more?)

It seems that our business here has concluded. I bid you accompany me so that I may safeguard you from anything that lurks further into the maze, for I am still exiting through the far doors. You have helped me remove a thorn from my side, and so I will not attack you if you choose this route, too.