Titus fought to push the lancing head pains away as he made to order the tent group to leave. And then it hit him, too. He saw not a chamber of dust and hieroglyphs. He saw not the legionnaires of the material plane or the solid stone of the underworld.<br/><br/>He awoke in light.<br/><br/>His entire body burned, set ablaze by a terrible, divine radiance. With melting, ruined eyes, he looked up to behold that which descended upon him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">I KNOW YOU</span><br/><br/>It felt as if every fiber of his being was at once being disassembled and reassembled a billion times over, remade and remade and remade in some hellish mockery of life's genesis when Time was young. He wanted to scream, but the air in his lungs burned with him. He knew not what he saw in his last moments. A plateau of white marble with ivory pillars. Millions upon millions of unblinking eyes. A great womb. A light. A star.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">I KNOW YOU<br/><br/>I AM YOU<br/><br/>AS YOU ARE ME<br/><br/>AS I AM ALL<br/><br/>AS ALL ARE ONE<br/><br/>IN WAKING DREAMS MY LIGHT SHALL SPRING<br/><br/>AND IN WALKING SLEEP THE WORLD SHALL WAKE<br/><br/>IN LIGHT THEY SHALL SPEAK MY NAME<br/><br/>IN LIFE THEY SHALL RISE ANEW<br/><br/>THE BIRTH OF THE WORLD<br/><br/>THE DEATH OF A STAR<br/><br/>MURDER AND NURTURE<br/><br/>ALL ARE ONE<br/><br/>ALL SHALL BE ONE<br/></span><br/><br/>The fire overtook him. He could not scream as that abominable light engulfed his still-conscious husk.<br/><br/>Titus Scipio awoke in light. He turned his head to look upon the distant floor of the amphitheatre. From it sprang a great pillar of un-light, and in that un-light he saw a city. A silent city, of geometries he dared not attempt to comprehend, of stone millennia old, overlooking a black shore underneath a bone-white sky and black sun. The last drop of fresh blood dribbled upon the ancient fane, bled from the throat of a dead legionnaire.<br/><br/>It flowed down, down, down, into the space where the sanguine pool once sat, and the vision ended. He saw only an amphitheatre and the dust of aeons. He propped himself up using his sheathed blade and rose wordlessly. They had to warn the Legion.