The sunset red grows deeper, brighter, edged with black - a fire, perhaps? There is the smell of smoke, the heat of stone, a background noise…
As you get closer, the sky grows incandescent. Indeed, it is the city itself on fire, but there are still no other people on the streets… save one.
They’re wearing the same robes as you are; not too tall and rather slightly built. They’re simply watching the fire in the distance for now, seemingly unaware of your presence - until they speak.
“You’ve come.”
The voice is familiar, if you've met Alexander before, if younger.
Re: WESTWARD OF TIME
As you get closer, the sky grows incandescent. Indeed, it is the city itself on fire, but there are still no other people on the streets… save one.
They’re wearing the same robes as you are; not too tall and rather slightly built. They’re simply watching the fire in the distance for now, seemingly unaware of your presence - until they speak.
“You’ve come.”
The voice is familiar, if you've met Alexander before, if younger.