the mage walks forth as the hell gate closes lightning strikes with his first order energy spirals from his fingertips a spell does form upon his lips tall and dark , handsomely slender his silver eyes burn like lighted embers a power , a presence one can not explain a drawing feeling that will not leave the brain a longing , a yearning that burns like fire to be wanted and taken with heated desire the mage walks forth unfolding his arms his victim comes quietly , succumbed by his charms the embers of passion burst forth in flame as the mage draws heart 's blood from deep within consuming all , leaving no remains the victim languishes in untold pain the mage , having taken body and soul , now turns from the broken to seek one who is whole the pattern is set , the ending the same the mage needs heart 's blood to be whole and remain razvan 's stomach lurched , and just like that his world spun away from him , collapsing into images of blood and screams and death .