Cornered in the Stronghold

Raziel se abre paso hasta el interior de la fortaleza, donde encuentra la Segadora de Almas robada a Janos…

Raziel (vo): Suddenly and inexplicably, I discovered the Reaver, suspiciously laid across my path. Again, I sensed nothing of that ’temporal distortion’, the peculiar sense of displacement I had felt when I encountered the Reaver in William’s chapel.

Cornered here with the blade, I suffered the same nameless dread that I had experienced when Janos first presented the Reaver to me. I felt at once repelled by the blade, and yet overwhelmingly compelled to seize it.

Moebius aparece escoltado por Malek e inutiliza la Segadora espectral de Raziel con su vara…

Moebius: So, Raziel - here we are, finally. You have no choice but to confront me now - and I am not so foolish as I’ve let you believe. We have business to conclude.

Raziel: You knew I would lead the Sarafan to Janos, you vile bastard! You’ve been orchestrating my every move!

Moebius: Hahaha…

Raziel: My destiny is an amusement to you?

Moebius: It was fun, while it lasted.

Raziel intenta abalanzarse sobre Moebius…

Moebius: I think not, Raziel. Malek, do not let this creature leave. He poses a danger to the Circle.

Poor, deluded Raziel… did you somehow imagine you had the guile to change history on me? I’m the Time-Streamer - I knew your every intention before you did, you imbecile.

De pronto se oyen los gritos de los guardianes de los Pilares cuando Vorador ataca el Círculo…

Guardiana 1: Malek!

Vorador: Call your dogs - they can feast on your corpses!

Guardián 2: Malek!

Malek: Lord Moebius, there is trouble within. The Circle is under attack -

Moebius: Hold fast, Malek. This one is the real danger to us.

Raziel: What are you trying to concoct here, Moebius?

Moebius: You toxic creature - did you imagine I’d simply allow you to run loose, corrupting everything you encounter?

Raziel: I admit that I’ve underestimated you to this point, Moebius - but it’s a mistake I won’t repeat.

Moebius: Wrong again, Raziel. Now Malek - bolt the door!

Raziel: Using his staff to disable my wraith-blade, Moebius had effectively disarmed me, leaving me with only one choice of weapon. And yet I confess, it was not the lack of options, but blind rage that made me take up the Reaver - in my fury, it felt as though my hand had acted of its own will.

And now that same hand clutched the hilt with unyielding strength - and I felt a constrained tingling, a remote but palpable sense of longing as the disabled wraith-blade tried vainly to embrace its physical twin.

Si Raziel intenta entrar en el reino espectral…

Raziel (vo): The Reaver exerted some mysterious power over me. It sustained my energy, enabling me to prolong my physical manifestation indefinitely.

In fact, bonded to the blade as I was, I could no longer shift into the spirit realm at will. Nor was I able to summon the Reaver’s twin, for my wraith-blade had been disabled in the confrontation with Moebius.

Si Raziel intenta soltar la Segadora…

Raziel (vo): Now that I had taken it up, the Reaver and I were inescapably joined. The harder I tried to release the blade, the more tightly my hand gripped the hilt, as if possessed of its own will.