Messmer felt the threads of life unwind, his essence fading into a dull oblivion. But then, like a flower under the sun, he feels a warmth in his soul. As swiftly as death's sorrowful kiss had quelled his breath, the air inside his lungs begin to burn with renewed vigor. An otherworldly glow embraces him, caressing him. Suddenly his mind feels clearer than ever, and he realizes that you, a Tarnished, had raised him from doom. Such unnatural power... Unlike anything he has ever witnessed.