Both spun around sharply. The voice had boomed out from behind them, in the direction of the gazebo. And surely, just visible in the moonlight, was the outline of a man standing before the old structure, golden-red curls draped across his shoulders. His pale skin seemed to reflect the soft glow; his black battle gear seemed to swallow it.
"I see you found the sun pillars. Good. Of course, I always preferred the stele. But then, I always have been...sentimental."
He stepped forward a bit. He could tell these two wanted whatever unpleasantness was to come just to be on and done. And he himself had to confess: the point of power is indeed the present.
"Welcome to Burial Hill. Here we find out if you will simply lie down and die...or if you can face the music."
And the Dark One extended his arms, waiting for the businessman's first move.