There are no more templars--just the crumbling tower as it comes down, brick by shattering brick, around Vandelin as he makes his flight down the stairs. When at last he reaches the door and bursts through it--
--the dreamscape changes abruptly.
Gone is the rumbling, roaring sound of stone grating against stone as it collapses in on itself. Instead, Vandelin will find himself stumbling into the middle of Witchwood in the Hinterlands, the sun low in the sky and the distant sound of a raging battle just beyond a copse of burning, bloodied trees. The templars and the rebels are in the heat of combat now, but no one has noticed Vandelin's presence in the woods yet.
Masked and shrouded, that is when Atticus chooses to step into the dream, to stand beside Vandelin with his hidden eyes turned towards the fighting. "They all want you dead," he tells him almost conversationally, then turns to fix his gaze on him. "How will you make sure they die first?"
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--the dreamscape changes abruptly.
Gone is the rumbling, roaring sound of stone grating against stone as it collapses in on itself. Instead, Vandelin will find himself stumbling into the middle of Witchwood in the Hinterlands, the sun low in the sky and the distant sound of a raging battle just beyond a copse of burning, bloodied trees. The templars and the rebels are in the heat of combat now, but no one has noticed Vandelin's presence in the woods yet.
Masked and shrouded, that is when Atticus chooses to step into the dream, to stand beside Vandelin with his hidden eyes turned towards the fighting. "They all want you dead," he tells him almost conversationally, then turns to fix his gaze on him. "How will you make sure they die first?"