Sleeth stood up, and walked up towards the front of the room, seemingly observing the area. He wasn't in combat here, so he could last longer in the phade being able to do the ritual instead of forcing himself in during combat. It wouldn't be too long still, ten seconds maybe, and he knew even if he saved himself he might not be able to get it back to everyone else without it being taken away when he went to give it to them but it was worth a shot. His eyes shut and as he began to speak blood trickled lightly from the left eye. "Ridicio, father, ascend me. Bring my figure to the night, my mind to the light. Allow me passage where men exist and do not, bring me to the world I cannot be touched. In life, after death, I silent as a breath... I fade." His eyes opened, the world seemed to have held still as he entered a new time frame and ran forward. This wasn't even half a second in the true world but he had about ten here. He reached for the vial, intending fully on drinking it first and attempting to bring it to the others but kept his other hand on his blade encase he had to defend himself.