The group stands in front of the, now cracked, altar of Razar. Ca’armine has just finished unleashing the power of Raiden at the undead and at the altar.
“Did you feel that? There was a moment where it pushed back.” He nods slowly. “And then you overpowered it; brought Raiden against it.” He looks at Ca’armine, smiles, and clasps him on the shoulder. “That’s what a champion of Raiden looks like, Carm.”
He turns to the cracked altar and tilts his head slightly.
“Although it would have been easier to study intact.” A small shrug. “Or carry back as treasure on our way back.” He chuckles.
He heads back toward camp with the group.
“If Raiden wanted it to stay whole, it would have stayed whole!” Ca’armine laughs, a little shaky after the outpouring of power. “Raiden is with me, I can feel him charging me up. We are fighting the battle he wants us to fight!”