"How nice for me," Solomon muttered, and when he straightened up he was more composed, except for the lines of pain around his eyes. Thankfully, his eyes had also returned to normal. He followed Raine's gaze around, and the visual confirmation of what he'd already know served to dissipate some of his tension.

"I don't think I should try that again," he said quietly. "I think--" He looked around again. His theory--it was the only thing that made sense, really. If he was assuming that all dimensions had multi-faceted souls, or planes, then there was only one way for the death-aura to work metaphysically. "I think the death-aura is a means by which to draw the death-plane into other planes, temporarily. At home, it's simply a conduit for the user to grasp at power. But here ..." He almost shook his head, and then thought better of it. "I've already used it to accidentally throw myself into the death-plane once. If I'd tried to grasp much more just now, I likely would have done the same again."