A long life had been lived by Allen, and so it came as no surprise to Terrence that this was happening. It would be painful for him to watch his mentor die, but he would not be able to heal him. See, Narrikians some of them did not specialize in the healing but more of the offensive. Terrence was one of those and so would only mess things up if he tried to heal his mentor. Looking over at Freya somberly Terrence would reach for her hand and squeeze it, unsure of how to go about introducing her to his mentor. Out of the crystalline cryo stasis thing rose Allen, as it had been set to expire when Terrence arrived.
Slowly and in agony would Allen traverse the path over to Freya and Terrence. Examining Freya for a moment, he would sense the MASSIVE amounts of power she held deep within herself and be impressed. Terrence had found a real power house. Perhaps things were not so hopeless as he thought they would be. But then he recognized the helmet and smiled at Terrence.
"So you got it to work my protege? Good. With the helmet working the Narrikians might stand a surviving chance. Just make sure not to mess things up too badly with all that power at your disposal. What is your name young one?" The last part of his statement, a question had been directed towards Freya.