[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/QCgTnAH.png[/img][/center] [hr][@Zeroth]

As Jason rose from his body, his form now some form of mist, he felt no fear. He was no stranger to screams of agony, in fact, this strange, supernatural, plane quite nearly resembled the nightmares he once had as a child.

In other words; something he had conquered long ago.

In the distance, a red light beckoned the warlord, a light he KNEW was the core. However, before he could proceed towards it, he was met with something he hadn't expected at all-- another fully aware spirit.  What's more; it retained it's living shape, and all it's likeness albeit now whispy and supernatural. Despite this "Bonie's" mocking laughter, the mists of death that made Jason's otherworldly form began to twist and warp as he concentrated. Slowly, a dark, humanoid figure took shape; towering over the weathered goblin, however, it's size was it's only notable feature, as it was naught but a shadow; a mere echo, of the man that once was.  

"Tell Bonie Bitz, WHAT COLAS DO YA SEE?" the dead shaman croned at the warlord. Pausing for a moment, Jason scanned the area before responding to Bonie, using [b][Magic Analysis I][/b] on the crone. Oddly enough, Jason realized he couldn't feel mana nearly as strongly as he could before. [Color=darkred]"I see a colorless world-"[/color] Jason responded coldly as he placed a misty hand on Asteria, about to send a message through [b][Telepathy I][/b], when a thought struck him, causing him to decide against sending the message. [Color=darkred]"The only colors here, is the green from you, and the red glow of the core; the very thing that may be my salvation- or demise."[/color] he solemnly finished as he rose to his feet, pointing at the distant beacon.  After seeing how the ghost wisp seemed to nearly phase in and out of reality when it ran out of mana, it seemed obvious that mana would be the key to manifesting himself in the living world, meaning he'd need to absorb what ambient mana he could.  Unfortunately, it seemed that this particular location wasn't very rich in such a valuable resource. However, the area near the core would no doubt be thoroughly saturated, the core's constant pull acting as a funnel.

With a deep breath, and heavy exhale, Jason slowly approached the red glow, concentrating on the mana in the air around him; trying to draw it in as he trudged forth. Even in death, Jason's will was resolute.  Unlike the wailing specters that littered the mist, lost in the darkness, Jason KNEW who he was. He REFUSED to lose himself to this damnable realm, and he WOULD return to the world of the living.

After all, it was just another conquest.