He angrily pulled on his connection with the Hightower and tapped into the blood and death flowing around Oldtown. Before he could use the sea of power coursing through him, his captured limb was enveloped in an agonising violet flame which quickly began to grow, eager to consume him. He quickly severed his burning tentacle and tried to retreat and return to the real world. But just as the world was twisting, the hungry flames took the forms of direwolves and dragons and leaped after him.