He saw the treasure vault again, the sea of coins and jewels stretching out as far as the eye could see; saw Hrex and a tall, pale figure standing at the altar, a swirling mass of green-blue arcane energy swirling around them; a flash of red light, accompanied by strange chanting in a voice he did not recognise; Hrex helping the pale figure into a decrepit looking chair. He didn’t know where these images had come from, what they meant, or even if they were real or just figments of his imagination.
He could hear a whispering in his ears that must have been people talking quietly somewhere nearby. He thought he could recognise Antauros’ deep rumble, but the words themselves made no sense to him, no matter how hard he tried to focus on them. Then, his whole body was shocked as something cold
