Taranis lands outside the tomb, and walks in quietly, the wind muffling his footsteps. [i]"His body still has that much power flowing through it? We [i]are[/i] certain that he is in fact dead, right? Not in some frozen state to keep himself alive?"[/i] He begins scanning the air around him, trying to bend it to see what he can learn. [i]"I don't think that he's truly gone. Are we sure he isn't here, watching us from beyond the grave?"[/i] He nods at Cyprian's suggestion. "Of course. When would you like to start the spell?" He takes a deep breath, and his eyes flare as he channels his magic into understanding what it is he's seeing. "The air here hasn't changed in all the years he's been here. If he's in some sort of magic stasis, we could be in trouble if he decides to wake up."