As he stepped through the Gateway to Hell he thought how he had ended up in this life. Had he never had a choice for something different? He refuses to wallow in his pain from the past since there was work to be done. He walked aimlessly through Hell searching for the Wise man who held the answers he sought.
While searching he ran into a group of the soulless who looked to be skilled with swords. He decided to give them a small chance and created a sword made out of pure Fire from the One Power. He assumed his stance and prepared himself for a duel. As they approached he could feel Saidin rushing through him burning as the hottest suns and the coldness of Saldean Winter. They drew their swords and approached with breath-taking speed, but he countered each as they grew faster and better strategy with each counter. An easy duel became a fight for his life. Refusing to admit them better sword masters than he, he didn't lash out with the Power but continued to fight for his life. All of a sudden they became more than he could handle. One got a mark in on his shoulder rendering his right arm useless. As that happened he found himself shielded from the True Source. He had been tricked! He cruelly thought as he went down "My foolish pride… I had been told it would bring me down and thought I was too powerful for my pride to be in vain." As everything became dim he felt the explosion of the barrier against his Realm shattering and knew all was lost.