For all his dealings with magic in line with his duty as a Devil Arms Manufacturer, Souta seldom experienced magical locations.  A little lightshow, of course, did not impress him overmuch, but he watched it all the same.  Radiant gold and silver light streamed through previously unseen grooves in the architecture, creating an eye-catching display.  Like clockwork, the double door swung open, revealing a portentous darkness behind.  Still toting Escre over his shoulder, Souta took a few steps into the hallway before the sudden and striking change in Akoni's mood prompted him to look more closely down the nebulous corridor.  Souta recognized the figure lurking in the shadows as Sevrin from the meeting in Barlour—after all, the group of Gilgamesh soldiers he traveled with found itself stalled by demons and then the diabolical commander Gideon, unable to reach the central cavern where the violation of the Eidolic Cairn occurred.  He never did warm up to the snakelike creep, however, and the response of the old man confirmed the suspicions seeded by Souta's surroundings to signify Sevrin as his adversary.

The phantom warhammer Escre faded away, and a rush of water from the glowing patterns on Souta's hoodie materialized Maelstrom, to better ventilate and incinerate from afar.  Mary readied herself for visceral combat, no doubt going to prove how the usual impracticality of utilizing a scythe as a weapon could be overcome by masterful hands, and in accordance Souta placed his off hand beneath the Maelstrom and leveled the barrel at Sevrin.  [color=teal]”Fine by me.  Just leave enough of a smear so that I can make his soul into a nice trinket.”[/color]  After being shot by Gideon in the underground firefight yesterday, Souta had a bone to pick with any demon, and now looked forward to spreading the same sort of hospitality to Sevrin.  Even if the idea to question Sevrin did occur to the smith, he would not have done so; what kind of dangerous lunatic would just offer up poignant information to his enemies?  The sooner this creep was cinders, the sooner the agents of the Charred Council could leave this place behind.  Something about the shadows, the walls, and the heaving tomblike air made him uneasy.