Belphegor survived the battle, and immediately heads over to celebrate with Dante! Unfortunately, Dylas has one goal in mind: going back to sleep. The chill in the air is still like a little voice that tells him 'hey, go to sleep, but like, in a hypothermia way.' The sooner he gets back to a fire, the better, so with a snap of clawed fingers, the rift opens back up, and Belphegor is sucked back inside.

The tragic end of a bromance.

He looks back towards the shelters and is about to abandon everyone to go warm up inside of them when he hears 'magic people.' That's him. He's the magic person. He slithers over to Richard, and soon he's on both sides of him. Tail to the left, torso to the right. When Dylas sits around the couch, he...you know how it goes.

He grabs the rock. It's still pulsing, as an undead heart would, of course, and Dylas isn't too bothered by its runes being both a monster (self-proclaimed) and Necromancer.

"I think it's their heart," he says before opening his mouth wider than a person should. He places a clawed hand on Richard's shoulder to, you know, brace himself as he eats his dessert? And then swallows it whole right in front of him and Red. If it's a little juicy (and what good rocky wight heart isn't), maybe it even dripped on Richard a little. "Huh. It's not very filling," he says even though both of his hands are pulsing with dark energy and his eyes are glowing more golden than before.