I need more information. Here’s the important follow-up question: Will thought, using his snakes to freeze the terrain in place. Kincaid made a strangled whimper, like someone had just stepped on his throat.Is this flesh surrounding me actually Kincaid or a projection created by an ability?Will walked up to a lump sticking out of the wall and hacked it off with his tomahawk before offering it to the Tower.Do you wish to Sacrifice Dimensional Stomach to Aspect of the Immortal Serpent?No.Hmmm. Doesn’t say ‘Kincaid’ or ‘Fae Lord’. I guess it was too much to ask for to get a piece of him that easily.This also meant that damage Will did here probably wouldn’t directly affect Kincaid.“Why are you suddenly afraid, Kincaid? Will asked, his Phantom Eye’s gaze flitting across the spot in the floor that he’d damaged in his surprise attack on the decoy. It was gone now, but Will knew for a fact that he’d hit Kincaid’s real body with that one attack.“You don’t take any damage from anything that happens in here, do you?” Will asked, pacing the confines of the stomach, the acid trying and failing to bother his skin. Not only did Will have a passive to resist ‘exposure’, his Resistance was criminally high. The acid was no more powerful to him than water.“Or maybe…you just realized that it’ll take longer to kill me than it’ll take the psychic venom you got hit with to break your grip on me?”Will detected a fountain of fear spilling out of the center of the room as Kincaid reacted to that statement.Will’s tomahawk had a lovely on-hit debuff that grew over time, and Will had tagged him with it. Kincaid was on a clock, and to Will, this stomach might as well be a fleshy spa.“You may speak.”Will released his grip on the terrain enough that Kincaid could speak again.“…” (...)