Tralin swum in the sea of his mind, the effects of the poisonous potion in his blood subverting his body’s attempts to heal, demanding all of his energy being used to restore his magical fiber. The Metanoia sought to consume him and Tralin was finding resistance extremely difficult. He has spent himself on his effort beyond fully; he had not rested, he had not done anything, his mind had become all. Tralin felt himself dying and knew fully that Myr had been correct; he wondered then if it were worth it. Draynor's killers still lived and this strike against the stragglers in the Devourer's army would not serve to truly dissuade them in the long term.