<em>Hurry, my champion...</em>the voice said, though it seemed to have a note of finality to it, as if she wouldn't continue calling, now that the message had been received.<br/><br/>He settles into the glowing nothingness, the peace and serenity of the crystal around him. While he has no real sense of time, here... it still seems to be taking an awfully long time. Without his tight connection to Ve'len, he's as helpless as any disembodied mortal, which means he can't extend any of his senses to the surrounding area.<br/><br/>Just when it feels like something has gone wrong, he feels a force, gently cradling him, guiding him back to his own body. The reintegration is actually fairly smooth, and he soon discovers the cause, when he settles; Ve'len is exhausted. Fortunately, his body is still fit and hale, so as soon as he's settled, he's awake and conscious, again.<br/><br/>And likely almost wishes he wasn't.<br/><br/>Jashah slumps to the ground, not just worn to the point of exhaustion, herself, but missing one arm, and covered in serious burns, elsewhere; enough that she's alive, and won't die from the wounds, but that's about it. The elders around the circle didn't fare so well, either; three, in one quarter, are nothing but charred husks, while two more have been reduced to skeletons, scoured completely clean. Two more are simply dead, their faces contorted in agony, and none of the rest look like they got away unscathed. The entire room is pitted, burnt, scarred, or otherwise damage, very nearly everywhere; the only things to escape the destruction were his body, and the table he rested on, and the crystal that held his soul; Ve'len's is cracked, burned, and riddled with holes.<br/><br/>"How do you feel?" she asked, after a moment of catching her breath.