Azaroth didn't know how long, but he kept sending his mind out as if he would suddenly grasp onto something that would remove the pain from him.
Then his mind struck something: a darkness that first made him recoil. He flinched, but there was something familiar about the darkness, and his mind darted out again.
Azaroth gripped the darkness with his mind, and everything flipped again. He found himself in a familiar place: thick darkness of nothing surrounded him.
He wore a dark training robe, his sword rested beside him, and his eyes burned a red glow. Azaroth felt anger like a distant thing; the pain was still in him, but it was muted here. Kael Hound had lied about the pain. This was no pain.
"Show yourself," Azaroth ordered harshly.
An eye blinked open, and a voice surrounded him. "What was happening to your body? That's an insane pain. Have someone torn your limbs from you?"
"No. We are doing forced attunement."
