Bearron twitched when he heard James saying he was going to be alright. Was he sort of believing? Using all of his will power, he snapped out of it. "James, t- th- thank you!" he whispered in total pain. He tried to sit, but he was to weak to do so.
"You wanted to know if I am a god, right? Well, yes, I am. The only problem is that with all my followers gone, I lost my essence..." his voice ended in a whisper. His exhaustion was immense.