They walked until they were almost at the end of the bridge, when suddenly a blinding light flashed in front of them.
The world around them transformed again, they found themselves standing atop a city wall, a war raging furiously below.
The old man stood beside them, pointing his cane downwards where thousands of soldiers clashed amidst rivers of blood.
Fire consumed buildings whole, the wails of the dying people and creatures echoed in every direction.
Jacob and Xenia stood in horror of the scenes that unfolded beneath them.
"W—What is this?" Xenia stuttered, flashes of her childhood trauma starting to seep back into her brain upon watching the bloodshed.
"A choice." The old man responded, his expression bland.
