Was it a dream or an illusion, Remira can't tell. Her bloodline that had fought off the influence of a Daemon had failed to stop such mental illusion, dragging her into a world of unknown past.
What was it? Why was she shown all of this? And what purpose did this hold at this very moment?
Remira can't speak anything of it, she just saw the city slowly turning prosperous, while the sacrifices in the newly opened temple sanctum of the monument increased in amount.
Evil, she can feel immense evil from the Altar. And the closer she got to it, the stronger that feeling became.
"Pick her." Then a sound came to her right, she found herself in a group looking toward a stage where priests wearing pure white pointed toward her, causing the men around her to grab onto her and drag her to the podium as well.
