It wouldn't stop. Something was just so funny about this discovery, and he would never admit losing his magic not only angered him, but filled him with a very mild and irritating fear. He'd worked far too hard on bolstering his magic only to have an artifact pluck it out of him. But here? Now? He'd just destroyed a centipede with a single Prismatic Missile, and the body was twitching on the floor in an amusing manner, legs curling inward.

More. He wanted more of this. At the sound of his name, the ink drawing of Lezard's upper body looked up, and adjusted his glasses. The corners of his mouth felt sore now, and they twitched now and then. "Just a little excitement, nothing more. What a fascinating concept..."

"Let us move on. It would appear this large insect is not our main target, though we should take care to eradicate the local fauna as we come across them." He wanted to see a Kishin Egg up close. Twisted beasts that were once human, eh...? He wished to know what they looked like, how eating an innocent soul changed them.

"Proceed down the passage from whence our centipede friend came. I feel something different from down the leftmost tunnel."