Daesalliss summoned up enough courage to finally make his way through the dark portal. Upon full entrance, he found...blackness. Not even the field of vision would assist him here. Like fire, in an instant, he was engulfed in inferno, a physical fire coursing its way through his very veins. He could feel the beginning of resurrection.
First, the left hand twitched some. After a short while, his newfound body began to convulse, black lightning crackling over his back. He was face down in the dirt, knees digging into his chest, hands pulling at hair with fury. The pain was nearly unbearable, but he would bare it because it was gloriously physical...something he had been lacking for millennia.
He watched as the newly undead body drained itself of blood from the gaping wound in the center of the chest. He could feel something grow in its place though, something viciously cold and thick. The skin on his arms began to transform into thin chain mail as dark as night, and where the blood had been below it was now a black liquid that almost shone in the night through the glistening loops of metal that now made up his arms. In his back, he could feel bony talons rip through the skin around to his chest, clutching like death grip. Oddly enough, an orb resembling the color of the Twisting Nether itself grew where the wound in the center of his chest had been.
The once fire red hair now drained all of its color to bleach white, reminiscent of the snow in the mountains that could be seen in the far distance.
The ghouls now had taken to staring at the figure in the darkness that was crackling with black energy and convulsing, writhing wildly in the night mud. For their discretions, some of them earned missing limbs from the swords of humans, but did not seem to notice in the least bit. It's all they could do to stare in awe of this terrible power throbbing before them. Even some of the humans took notice. Daesalliss quickly made a grab for a muddied purple cloak that had been on a fallen human warrior, draping it over his body hoping to warm the chill that froze his very core. Yet, the horrors were not yet complete.