[Zelgadis's eyes widen in horror at the sight. He backs up a step with Tuuri, and as she stumbles, he steps in between her and the shadow, ready to protect her. Staring it down, even though the very sight of it makes his blood run cold. His stone body has to be good for something. If he can't use it to shield her now, then what good is it?]
It's not real. Don't listen to it.
[Yet at the same time, Zelgadis's own shadow rises from the floor, at last taking the distinct shape of a man in a robe. The staff in its hands makes a distinctive jingle as he emerges. A strangely ominous sound.
Pitiful, Zelgadis...
It speaks in a soft, yet oddly powerful voice. One that commands wisdom and authority.
Even with the truth staring you in the face, you still do not see it.]
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It's not real. Don't listen to it.
[Yet at the same time, Zelgadis's own shadow rises from the floor, at last taking the distinct shape of a man in a robe. The staff in its hands makes a distinctive jingle as he emerges. A strangely ominous sound.
Pitiful, Zelgadis...
It speaks in a soft, yet oddly powerful voice. One that commands wisdom and authority.
Even with the truth staring you in the face, you still do not see it.]