"The book!" Spetyco cries. "Laragorn stole the book!"
"I have taken care of that," the cloaked mirrored version of himself says.
"What did you do to him?" Spetyco yells outraged at the being.
"He managed to discover the book for me, so I relieved him of it. And if he survives, he will blame you! He is rather easy to deceive. But no matter, I will make certain he dies with the rest of your friends very soon."
"They did nothing wrong! They were only defending themselves."
"It is no longer your problem!"
Spetyco storms at the being only to find it is made of nothing but mist.
"Now now, Spetyco! What did you think you could do to me here? You're body is lying unconscious back at the campsite with your so-called 'friends'. You have no substance here. I brought you here so that you can suffer knowing what has happened."
"What have you done?"
"As you know, I cannot have you killed because of the... err, link between us. So I took your memories, but it was only temporary while I prepared a stronger spell to put you in this state. Your body is asleep and your soul will dwell forever here, in the darkness. Meanwhile, I will take over your body."
"What about the book?" Spetyco demands.
"I had no idea you had stolen it, Spetyco. You are more devious than I gave you credit for. I went through all the trouble to summon a pack of ulbers to retrieve it for me, and you had it all along. You could have saved me a lot of trouble if you would only have cooperated."
"I will not let you succeed!"
"You have no choice in the matter anymore! Only you know of my plans, and you will not be going anywhere! Now the Book is in my possession! And since you are the only one who can wield its power, when I am in your body, I will be the most powerful being in Yliakum! Goodbye, Spetyco!" And with that the figure dissapears, and Spetyco is left alone in the darkness.