Faces emotionless the Voss, and Jairdain, nodded in acknowledgement to his answers. One by one he answered, and one by one they were accepted without comment. Then, as the last answer was given and subsequently accepted, the Voss merely faded away, leaving him alone in the room with his fellow human.
This was not, however, the time for any lengthy discussions. As she guided him towards the golden door, he nodded confidently while mentally preparing himself for the uncertainty ahead. "Then I will see you on the other side."
Pushing the doors open, he stepped through, only to be blinded by a sudden flash of light. When his eyes opened once more, he found himself in a small clearing of some kind, though the golden light from before pervaded everything. In the centre were a pair of Voss, seemingly cowering in fear. As if on cue, beasts which he recognised as native to Voss rushed forth from the underbrush, only to be met by his lightning, the few that got through the barrage being finished off with his crimson lightsaber.
As soon as the last beasts fell, they started to fade, as did the pair of Voss. Eyes narrowing slightly, he pushed his way through the underbrush, only to find himself back in the shrine. At the centre of the room stood a shapeless horror of some kind, while around it stood a quartet of... himself? They looked like him, but that is where the similarities ended. One glowed red, its body covered in Sith war armour. Another golden, its clothing rich but its eyes like a pair of cold gems. A third glowed purple. its body swathed in a shapeless cloak that concealed all but its face. The fourth and final kept to the back, its glow green and its expression fearful.
As one, they turned towards him, each shouting out, though their voices were garbled and confused. Then, they attacked. Unlike the beasts, they fought back with blade and lightning, not tooth and claw, but they were weaker, far weaker, than him. At least individually. Still, their disharmonious assault managed to force him backwards, though the lack of cooperation quickly became their doom.
As the last one fell, the horrid beast in the centre stirred, before rushing towards him. Its shape was hard to pin down, and yet he saw things in it. Things that looked oddly like some of his own failed experiments. Pushing away the distraction, he dodged and spun, blasted and cut. A few times it came close, dangerously close, to skewering it with its twisting claws, but finally it fell. As the beast fell victim to a burst of bright purple energy, it began to dissipate like the foes before it, until only the room remained. Only the room and a door, a door which he had somehow failed to spot during the fight.
Pushing it open tentatively, he found himself in another great hall, this one reminiscent of the one near the entrance in which he had first tried to touch the crystal.