I bring the thick evil of the first night of my death
The duel wages on.
Sendor feels very confident, because he can clearly see his opponent is not thinking straight. Daltor is acting like he’s got everything under control, he smirks and provokes Sendor, but his eyes are dimmed by the tumult of heavy thoughts. The wizard knows very well where all these concerns are coming from, so he takes the chance to psychologically torture him to further weaken him.