The darkness turned to a grey haze and the image began to grow clearer. Two dark haired men in what looked like a dank room with stone walls. Valdis cowered on the floor, one of the men gripping her arm tightly and trying to drag her to the base of the dais when the man called Amos sat.

Calm, Meira, Amos' voice was soft, soothing, It won't hurt.

The man grabbed her other arm and lifted her from the ground, tossing her closer to where Amos sat. She scrambled away, but the man grabbed her again and forced her to her knees.


'What is this?' Valdis' voice, shocked, older than the girl on the floor, floated toward him.


Michael will kill you, Meira spat, trying to jerk away.

Laughter filled the air as another man entered, his eyes bright red.

I don't think he will get the chance. The newcomer said, crouching in front of her. Amos watched as the man reached out and pressed his hand to Meira's chest. She screamed as the man slowly drew his hand back and he smiled at the glowing silver orb he now held.

The girl went limp as the man closed his fingers around it, squeezing tightly. The orb shattered, the sound of breaking crystal filling the air. Immediately shadowy tendrils shot out from a dark corridor, catching the shining pieces and curling around them.

No, Valdis' voice again, terrified and echoed by the seven voices of the Void.

How dare you, It shrieked alone, releasing Jacob's consciousness.

And the vision began to fade.