It was in a place consumed by emerald flames with tall pillars reaching into the sky above.
Several tombs were lined up, each one occupied by a dead individual.
Alex, accompanied by an evolved Mirren and an anxious Gregory, stood across from Arwen who held the Silent Curtain in her grasp, her form appearing even more twisted and exaggerated within this dead space.
"Alex dear, it's good you waited for me. With you here, the ritual can begin."
"What are you planning?"
"Are you going to keep asking me the same question over and over again?" Arwen asked as she rolled her eyes.
"You and I both know the truth."
"Oh really?"
"Your great plan is fundamentally flawed. So for you to go ahead with it means either of two things." Alex remarked as he raised two fingers. "One, you know this but don't care about the consequences, or two, you aren't telling the truth. I am inclined to believe it's the latter."
