The former paladin's body is shattered, utterly; he is barely recognizable, even as the horrible creature he had become. "Thank you..." he whispers, as he's settled to the ground. "But know... this. I know your fate. I... have seen your fate..." Slowly, his hand comes up, the 'human' hand, three fingers twisted and broken, one missing entirely, but, still, he manages to grab onto Draiss, a light, fragile hold. "It... is... this," he whispers, the fire burning behind his eyes slowly fading, dimming... then flaring bright, his body instantly consumed from within, evaporating into less than nothingness, only the sword remaining behind.