"I--I saw someone..." The young man began to say. His eyes widened and he looked right at Salazaran and Angelissa, but his gaze seemed to pass right through them. As if he was foreseeing something that had already passed. "I couldn't make out if it was a man or a woman. Though it appeared human, there was nothing natural about it." The man's mouth began to foam over. "Those eyes! Those wretched eyes! Don't let it come near me! Run Jacob! Run! Save yourself!" The man's eyes rolled into the back of his skull. His mouth was frothy and fizzled as white drool dribbled down his chin. "It's not what it seems....<span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;">it's not what it seems</span>...<span style="font-size: 50%; line-height: 116%;">it's not wha</span>---..." The man's voice faltered and then as quickly as a match. the flame of his life was blown out.<br/><br/>Akamu stood back up and looked down at the sorry state of the soldier. "Man always thinks about the past before he dies, as if he were frantically searching for proof that he truly lived."