Damon had almost forgotten or rather, it had slipped his mind Lazarak was a god. A god who had built a tomb.
The tomb of lesser gods.
But then… why was he imprisoned here, in this place called Eidolon?
His confusion was warranted. Damon could have made guesses if he wanted, but that was pointless. One thing he had learned from Lysithara was simple half-complete knowledge was more dangerous than no knowledge at all.
Lazarak had explained, but Damon felt there was more to all this.
"How do we get out?" Damon asked quietly. "You've spent a long time here. You must have found a clue."
The darkness went silent for a long moment. Then Lazarak's voice came, low and thoughtful.
"I know a bit… this place is an imaginary place, which means it exists but doesn't. The stronger you are, the more physically you can exist here. But as time passes, this place begins to distort you… it eats away at you."
Damon's shadow form flickered faintly. What Lazarak said was true, he could feel it.
