I drifted through dreams, nightmares, and visions for what felt like an eternity. They flicked from battles between the hordes and humanity, important war councils, and hidden whispers between conspirators. It was impossible to memorize it all, or even weed out the illusions from prophecies, but I witnessed and remembered as much as possible. We were at war now, and anything I could learn would be of help.
The final scene found me floating in Brithlite's luxurious throne room. Alverin sat upon his throne, surrounded by councilors and advisors. They discussed something in low, hushed whispers but fell silent as the doors opened and a beautiful young woman strode through. She had flowing golden hair and was dressed in a striking red dress with a low neckline and a short, shimmering skirt. The silken fabric was thin and sheer, scandalously clinging to her curves and leaving nothing to the imagination.
