There is a red-suited man already waiting in the circle when they arrive, hovering and translucent.

"Raezenoth. Idania." He nods. "I'm afraid that in your case, there is a ... complication. To reach the majority of your self outside this Truth, far more power than would normally be required is necessary.

"So much, in fact... that someone must die."

His last words are punctuated by a low roll of thunder, barely on the edge of hearing.