Before Raze's wrath the skeletal figure was simply overpowered. It relied heavily on the ability to bind prey and with the demon and half-Sephi's resilience it became hunted rather than hunter. When its vegetable heart was torn free it abruptly went still, the vines and roots withering into a dead gray while the seed was crunched to pieces. Other unconnected roots around it also began to wither as if whatever animated them had been injured.
While the passageway had heat it wouldn't burn the half-Sephi or demon, the little red thread guiding them into it. Stepping through it would again carry them to another layer of this realm. The sides of the passage stretched like the void of space in lightspeed, red and gold embers flying by like stars.
They found themselves in an even more warped location, the peak of a wide, rocky, uneven mountaintop and sections of Morgan's apartment interposed and fused together. Raze's first step cracked the roasted femur of another very dead skeleton, smoke streaming out from a half-crushed skull and shattered ribs.
Vines and roots crawled up the sides of the mountain and grew upward into walls, others inching toward the center where two shapes fought. One like a tall and vaguely insectoid tree, its ten root-legs like spears as they stabbed and blocked. The other was a beautiful monster in a mostly-destroyed tunic. A Morgan whose fine and wilder features both were exaggerated and enhanced by the power he wielded in this place. His silver tones were deeper and his brands glowed gold, hair in chaotic disarray and razor fangs bared in a furious and malice-filled snarl. The skin of his arms was blackened with soot and burnt blood, lacerations across his visible body, and he favoured his right leg. Wickedly curved claws presented at his fingers and feet, a straight sword wielded in his left hand swinging viciously quick at anything in reach.
The Drast's eyes burned like twin suns, pupils narrowed to slits and whites turned black as he fought for his life. Here the roots and vines were quicker and more insistent in their attempts to ensnare the clearly tiring Firrerreo but he wasn't moving far from where he was. Behind him was a door surrounded by ashen roots, a tiny cracked figurine of Andraste sitting sentinel just in front of it. Morgan's glazing gaze turned to Emryc and Raze mid-dodge and luminescent goldens widened in shock and bewilderment.
"Cheri!?" he cried out, voice halfway to a growl. At that moment a root caught around his injured ankle and Morgan returned his attention to it, a defiant roar resounding across the mountaintop as he barely twisted away from one of the tree-thing's stabbing legs, the edge catching his shoulder. Smoking blood sprayed the stone.
@Sreeya