The image of Sethran slowly faded, his devious smile fading along with him. Servanus began whispering a spell to himself, for he knew what lay behind him, he was no fool, if Sethran really wanted to bait him into a trap, he'd have to do it himself. As the last vestiges of the image blinked out of existence, Servanus grinned and uttered 'See you soon', before instantly incinerating the dozens of abominations that had assembled behind.
Pencil and tinted. An old favourite.