He conceded. Maybe he hadn't thought as far through as Dantalion thought he had. Or maybe the idea had simply slip his mind. After all how often did a Theif go about sabotaging entire armies, they were always too short sighted to see the picture in its entire frame, more focused on how they can get the picture out of there. He followed this with an arm extended to the sky. Was he going to talk about how he would rule heaven or hell? Or maybe be struck down by a single bolt of lightning.
Nope, not in the slightest. He wanted to talk about the piece of resistance. The magnum Opis of Xylo's army. He responded with a knowing tap, normally reserved for people with a nose at it had a better effect to it but since Dantalion couldn't manage to sprout a nose, he simply tapped his jutting jaw. "If you want evidence of his existence. You may just have to join up to see it for yourself." He let loose a baritone chuckle, a wry smile twisting along his skull as he laughed.
The thief talked about death and life. He shook his head, maybe he hadn't heard of Xylo's ascendance from the grave. "My good sir. Clearly, you have never heard. Some can escape the confines of death if one simply knows how to go about things." It was a tad more complicated than that, Dantalion merely assumed that he would have to experience it for himself if he was to ever discover his chance at immortality. Mustyan