So I died. Like actually died. Decapitation and everything. We went to the Great Wall of Aeilla and fought the Stormborn, and though I fought valiantly for a wizard, my last fireball was not powerful.
I thought I was dreaming at first, but after I realised I was feeling the passing of the days. I do not know how long I felt like I was there, wherever there was, but I know that at first, it seemed wrong to leave, like I was instead already awake and coming back would mean going under once more.
You know the feeling of when you feel like someone is looking at you, but you turn around and see nothing? That's what I felt for a time before I felt the presence wasn't false, and was in fact riven.
Faolan carried my dead body all the way back to Mysteria.