[Suzerain of Sheol]

Watching the butchery, Shealtiel is still beset by the ecstasy of the soul's energy coursing through him. He is only barely able to maintain his composure. He imagines the energy will last until he expends it, though hopefully he will grow used to the sensation over time, so it isn't quite so... distracting.

As the Lion of Tsavo slaughters the soldiers, Shealtiel mutters to the others, "There is... definitely... something inside of him. Inhuman... ravenous..." His breath comes in short bursts, each quivering with the rapturous sensation.

When Lev is finished, Shealtiel once more speaks. "We should keep moving. They're likely mobilizing reinforcements even as we stand here. This way." He leads them out the north end of the street, toward the armory. his MDI does not display any powerful psychic signatures beyond his companions, which is good. There could well have been a potent psychic or two among the city's guards, but if so, they have not yet taken action.