((Alright.  Is he going to die though?))<br/><br/>Diran stood motionless as the beast approached, showing no fear in the face of whatever would come even as the clawed hands rested on his shoulders.  As the red light swelled and took them over, the frightening face distorted and flowed at him like ink.  For a moment all Diran could see was red, and all he could hear was a rushing sound, like being in a raging river with plugged ears. He waited for pain, to be torn apart, burned away-- something --but all that came over him was a strange heavy feeling on his soul.  Was this death? He opened his eyes to find himself staring at the bloodied throne, the god nowhere to be seen.<br/><br/>Linai's voice made him jump.  Diran turned around and blinked at her, then blinked around at the cave. So... he was alive?<br/><br/>"I... think so," he answered, sounding a bit amazed by that.  He looked back to her again. "Are you?"