He screamed in his head as the world froze, trying to analyze some way to get around the soon to happen blast, until the hole appeared. He could only stare, not really understanding what was happening, but he knew he had died from something in the fight, and the Marilith was as likely a culprit of it as any. He turned, this time no longer trying to hold the spell, but setting it instead to detonate in direct defiance to what he had been doing, just for the chance to put one last spell into the Marilith's face.<br/><br/>Until he saw the figure, and tried to say their name. Only for the bottom of his mind to fall out as the spell erupted as the two figures fought, and once again his body was being shredded.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He was up like someone had put a lightning bolt through his chest, before rolling out of the bed, trying to work over what he had seen. How had that been possible? He shook his head, clearing it, before looking around. He would figure out what the hell had happened later. "How long?"