The image changes, in response; the image of the void-crystals flying away from him, and, in turn, the silvery-shining light within him, fading, until it's a tiny flicker, like a candle that would go out, with the barest breath of wind, compared to the incandescence it burns with, now.<br/><br/>As he looks around, judging by how the rest of the group is moving, it's only been about half a minute since the images started; they came surprisingly quickly, though his escort seems far more relaxed, likely because even Draiss poses little threat, with their god in the same room.<br/><br/>The image continues to adjust, showing him that, because of the battling and the conflict between his inner light, and the outer void, both sides of the equation are weakened, unable to bring forth their full strength, outside; once one is consumed by the other, however, that full strength will be realized.