Valefar understands already— indiscriminately, how they view him. How the entire world gives a small, ever declining few, look at him and feel not safety but a nightmare. Fear. A demon.

"Where am i?" His own shadow did not tell him what he wanted to hear, not at all. You.. you whom he finds an eyesore, managed to summon a duke from hell? Him? He would not stand for it.

It was a mockery of his prophecy!