Raven was dreaming of darkness, of the Vale, swallowed by an unyielding void rippling like a lake across the distance. She shuddered, peering at the nameless kingdom of souls far away. There, she traveled, finding hundreds of names. Soon, the scene shifted, and now she was gathered above the clouds, where twenty-four thrones and twenty-four elders, dressed in white and bearing crowns of gold, circled the One and Only Throne that seemed to hold significance, that shone brightly beyond the chaos, encompassing authority itself.
From below the throne, strange elder beings, the highest order of beings in this realm, heralded the words, "In his holy name we serve." They repeated this axiom, their voices echoing through the hall.
As she stared, they stared back, curiosity finding their expressions.
"Who are you, girl?" a man whose voice she didn't quite recognize said from the twenty-four elders.
