Even if it were a lie, it's a comforting one. A short instant of quiet and warmth that he last felt what felt like years ago. Back when the plan had really started. A plan that had been intended to come to an end in a way that would have twisted the dream it used to be.

A nightmare where he would be a passenger in his own body, as his God spoke with his mouth, saw with his eyes and claimed dominion on a captured world. And how long would a surviving Dark Urge have remained there?

All the more alarming a thought when they passed through that portal, the air around them was Toril's again -- and that presence in him comes down like a sudden weight.

That fist closed, and the human suddenly slumped. His eyes are overtaken by shadow.