[Suzerain of Sheol]

The corners of Shealtiel's mouth twitch in what might almost be a smile. "The idea was to cripple you -- and mostly for your own good, I might add. You're strong, we can all tell, but I wouldn't bet on you against this one." He gestures absently with his cane towards Lev. "Apparently, though, your soul is naturally resilient to such manipulations, or... I'm losing my touch, which is of course a possibility."