Daywind, the taller monk, walked up to Alex, standing over him. This close, he could feel the strange pull all Half-gods had on other people. And while Alex's pull was much weaker than what they felt around the Sky God, he was still surprised to sense it upon him as well.
For a moment, he couldn't help but let that surprise show on his face. But then, he controlled his facial features.
"I am ready. What now?" he asked.
Alex remained seated. "Please withdraw all aura, all Divine sense, all Intent you may be unconsciously producing. My Soul won't be able to handle it all," he told the man.
Daywind did as asked and pulled it all in. "Now what?"
"Now, I will take you in."
The man felt a distortion around him and let it happen. A moment before, he had been standing before Alex. A moment later, he stood in the midst of dense white fog, unable to see in any direction.
He was about to spread his senses out to look in all directions, but Alex's voice came over almost instantly.
