[Suzerain of Sheol]

As Lev draws near, something becomes apparent, though so great is his hunger that he scarcely notices -- the bodies on the crosses, rotted, crow-picked, flesh hanging in tatters, writhe in agony, draw shuddering, struggling breaths.

Meanwhile, Mithaias, with his sinister, beatific smile, beckons them to follow, setting off after Lev with slow, purposed steps.

Shealtiel looks to the others, a feeling of dread growing from vague to distinct within him. "Those bodies..." he says, mouth creasing in a grimace, "are possessed by Dybbuk. They can't help reincarnating. He's torturing them." Without waiting to see their reactions, he sets off after the robed figure, his sorcery ready to be released at an instant's notice. Something is horribly wrong here...