"They aren't very friendly to strangers…" The real one laughed deep inside; he himself was incredulous at the twist of events. To think that part of his prison would indeed accompany him, along with some of his fellow prisoners. The black wanderers, taking short steps, slowly approached the fake one.
"It's funny that you actually thought an Initiate could defeat an Apostle. How in the hell would that be possible?" Here, all powers depended on the mind, and amidst so many of them, what was the desire of two people? Hands crawled up his arms and legs as the usurper tried to flee to the depths of his mind, more and more of them appearing no matter where he ran.
