[As Val walks away from his victory lap, he might spot Lady Cromwell sitting down. She's far enough away to need not worry about the dreaded Evillak, but close enough to get a good view of the chaos. Should he make eye contact with her, she'll beckon him over, clearly struggling to hold back the most amused of grins. And there just so happens to be a seat next to her. Imagine that.]

How unfortunate that the dread "Evillak" would reveal himself on tonight of all nights. I've heard stories of the cities he's razed, the souls he's devoured, the-

[She pauses for a moment, as the illusion continues its destructive rampage.]

-tables he's overturned. Truly a monstrosity we cannot hope to best.