His senses returned to him with full force. His body was very weak and his chest ached painfully in all the locations where he remembered getting fatally stabbed. There was also a certain weight pressing down on him. Around him, elements of fire, ice, and ritualistic magic were intertwining furiously. He was in the middle of a very wild and out-of-control ritual. The Magic around him was twisting and rippling, making all of his senses tingle. Even threads of divination magic could be felt in the ritual, making the whole thing even more volatile than it already was. And he despised divination magic. He slowly managed to clear his mind despite all the cluttered memories running amok in his head and focused on examining his body, mind, and soul.