Draiss thought he had known what pain was, but that was before the temporal butress enchantment on the shield was overloaded, and collapsed about two thirds of the way through the explosion. He lost control of the anti-balefire, discharging it like a conical blast point blank into the core, as he fell into the weave of spells, part of his mind screaming in total, maddening pain.<br/><br/>He was already outside the Astral, the explosions having warped the plane enough to toss him out of it, but he knew the creature had died. He was aware of his skin having been burned off, most of his muscles being cooked, and was fairly certain the impending impact with the ground was not going to do much to help with those. He didn't fall far, to his surprise, but the sheer amount of damage was going to take days to heal, and would drain all of his power most likely to do it that fast. He was aware of someone screaming in terror, but it seemed like it was far away, which worried him somewhat. He activated the tech armor, which would help ensure he healed quickly, but it wasn't responding, and while he didn't pass out, he was certainly not aware of what was happening for a while.<br/><br/>He started up, and looked around, realizing he had mostly healed, and that nearly three days had passed, according to his internal clock. He sent out a thought to the avatars, letting them know he was fine, and to spread the word that his title of beyonder bane had become beyonder slayer. He got an appropriately pithy and disrespectful response in reply, and did a second take, now more interested in his surroundings.