Dark Messiah I

1) Jhin was abruptly engulfed in flames in the same instance as he blinked. His mouth opens in muted shock as he's abruptly bathed in the scorching waves that consume his person. Immense waves of heat emanate from his person as he immediately collapses upon a knee, unable to even scream as the sweltering heat robs him of his vocal chords. Everything felt as if it were melting away, his voice unable to even be released as the flames threatened to enter through every opening into his body. The pain itself was nearly enough to have him black out entirely, and there was no pretending as if he could endure them without blinking.

2) The white-hot pain consumes every portion of his body, and even within, he felt as if his insides were being scorched away. His hands claw at his head as he tries to brace himself throughout the pain, his fists clenching tightly enough to draw blood as he writhes for some time. The silhouette of the swordsman could barely be noticed within these sea of flames, and the body within appeared to be unmoving after the initial collapse.

3) Jhin writhes in silent agony along the sandy terrain, spraying bits of debris here and there as smores are slowly cooked above. His eyes remain clenched shut, clutching at his face as the pain itself felt as if it were lasting for days, and not mere minutes. The pain was almost unbearable, and his mind threatened to collapse upon itself as his gate was twisted toward a new influence. He had expected this to be unpleasant, but this pain was simply out of his depth of description.

4) Blood pools around his palms as he tries to scramble out of the flames, but they do well to leave him no room for escape. His head slams into the sand on occasion, if only to root his mind and his sanity to the here-and-now while he was consumed in the otherworldly fire. It was a bit much too much to bear for very long, but he clung to his resolve to see him through these tribulations.

5) Jhin was left simmering in the sands, the tension in his body being painfully noticeable. Every ounce of his person had been left feeling as if he had literally been consumed in that fire, and the sand was gently drenched in sanguine. It takes some time, but he manages to gather his wits about him as he's left shakily rising in a cold sweat. He felt searing heat still emanating along his shoulder, dropping the upper portion of his kimono in order to survey the mark itself. Sweat drips down from his brow as he's left panting quietly, a hand rising to gently plant itself along the mark.

 6) He's speechless for the time being, but he's very much alive. He then looks back toward Naraku, and then toward his food items.
 "........Are you serious?" He mutters, managing to sound mildly exasperated, despite the 'raw' sensation that covered himself from head to toe. He collapses upon his rear in the sand, leaving him to shakily examine himself to ensure he wasn't 'crispy'.

7) Jhin takes the hand with a small grunt, though his facial expression eventually blanket into a solemn disposition. He comes to a rise, dusting sand off his person once the sensation in his appendages returned once more. The experience had been traumatizing for sure, but his desire to grow and overcome that of the famed Yatogari ensured that he would will himself to ignore the after-shock of this 'ritual', of sorts. He experimentally plants a hand against his own chest, squinting downward. He wasn't sure how he felt just yet, but there was certainly a difference.

 8) Jhin felt his eyebrows arch upward as he studies the sight of a literal decapitated head being brandished by what he presumes to be a mad-lad. The priest-like individual had ventured far in order to earn Naraku's attention, though the manner in which he had done so was..erratic, at the very least. While Jhin doesn't cringe at the sight of the head, a frown does form. The heat that resides upon his right shoulder had yet to simmer, and his hand instinctually plants itself upon it in order to soothe it.

 9) While they were standing here, he'd take the opportunity to begin rebuilding the gate that remained centered within his spirit. It was in shambles as it currently stood, scorched and reforged into the unholy flames of a demonic entity. His hands gently clasp together, attempting to twist his dark energies. It would be a long process, but he felt that he would be able to tap back into the renewed gate in time.

10) Pain surges throughout his extremities as he attempts to call upon his mana, which forces him to cut the process short. Perhaps his spirit was as tender as his body felt, as the recovery process would still take some time. Even so, it was a confirmation that his gate had bee nrepurposed toward Naraku. His eyes drift toward his aching hands, gently clenching them experimentally.
"....Mm."