"I don't think it has anything to do with Satan, Miles," Valdis replied, her voice still calm to hide the rage she felt in every muscle, "But that poor creature was ritually sacrificed to some end that I couldn't see."

Mostly because she had been seeing and feeling it's last moments as the creature itself. That should have left a bigger mark than it had, but shifting back to herself had been...easy. It was like she had gone walking through the memories of death, but somehow that had been less dangerous than through the living? She shook her head.

"We need to go," she repeated, "I don't like how this place feels. The Veil seems unstable."