Vale's eyes flickered. "What... is staying my hand?"
The image of Tiber and Slya flickered together, overlapping their voices. "Yes, yes. You know where the road to power lies. Why hesitate to take the step?"
Vale looked up with eyes drunk with tiredness. He frowned as he realized that the monsters were even closer now, his fireball only casting a shadow of its previous light and heat.
"Why answer all these questions when I am about to die? What purpose does it serve? Even you are just products of my imagination. My mind reaching out in its last desperation to reach into something...."
The flickering images of Tiber and Slya froze, only their heads were apart at this point, the rest of their bodies indistinguishable in one. They spoke as one. "You.... are you truly His successor? How strange, how curious. How easy...."
Vale didn't hear most of what the voices were saying as every inch of his body demanded rest. Even his mind was heavier than his limbs. "I..... i.... i.... i..."
