Exhausted after attuning with Emlica, I retired from Haven and collapsed in my bed, slipping directly into a vision. It was a small hill that overlooked a thinly wooded plain, strewn with boulders. The sky was gray and angry, the sun low on the horizon. Lightning flashed in the distance, and the air hummed with the low murmur of thunder.
An army encircled the hill, spreading to the horizon. I knew this army, this hill. I'd seen it before. The sprawling mass of patchwork canvas, the ill-equipped demon and beastkin. The filth of their auras was palpable, leaving a sick feeling in my stomach. This was where Luke had been.
