[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Power?" The aged man scoffs in what seems more affront than is deserved. "My power is manifest before your very eyes, ever-present here on earth, even now. It is the sovereign legacy of the LORD you feel within the ether, making this ground holy even as these repellent creatures despoil it. What you feel is..."

His voice loses its maniacal tenor, tapering into empty air as his gaze is drawn behind the group, eyes widening.

As they turn, they see the cause of his dismay, approaching from beyond the pillared garden where they stand. The spotless white of its raiment against the blasted, brown backdrop seems somehow profane -- likely because it is. Kasdeja's steps are powerful, purposeful, his unhuman glare weathering the stirring dust without a single blink.

"There is something..." he mutters through gritted teeth as he draws up along side the group, "here, after all, it seems." And he continues strutting past, not sparing them a glance, stalking off into the field of crosses, seemingly staring at a single one.

With a gasp of alarm, Mithaias starts after him....