There is a sudden, rushing roar in his head, as he draws upon the power around him, as his vision suddenly turns red, then black.<br/><br/>When he awakens, he finds himself no longer standing on the battlefield. In fact, he doesn't appear to be standing<em>anywhere.</em>Everything around him is as black as night, except for himself, and an odd object, nearby. A throne, apparently, standing tall, made of an odd, grayish-white stone he doesn't recognize, though otherwise fairly plain and unadorned. A frail, elderly man sits in the throne, his hollow eyes unfocused, wearing a dusty-looking black outfit, rumpled and worn. The only movement he makes is to slowly rap his fingers on the arm of the throne.<br/><br/>"Arrogant. Presumptuous.<em>Mortal.</em>"