Cold. That's what its like inside the scepter. You've used astral projection to get here, and in all honesty, you're not sure why. Curiosity? Ignorance? Regardless, as you look at the being in front of you, he looks down on you with icy red eyes. The violet, magical chains around his wrists keep him suspended in midair, and it looks uncomfortable. Have you come here to mock me? He asks in a raspy voice. This is Mephiles the Dark. And he's at your mercy.