Damn it. Demons were straight forward - except for Spite, but there was blood magic involved there. This was different. This was a lifetime of just drink coffee and work bubbling up. As a man who just drank tea and stabbed Darkspawn, he understood it. But facing it?

He lowered the sword, but kept the shield up. Just in case he got lucky and it turned into a fight after all.

"You can't know that's how it'll go."

He kept his eyes on the woman, but he was speaking past her, around her. To the omnipresent Lucanis that had apparently made this.