Though the speed at which the information flooded in was unbelievable, I was able to grasp two realities:
A woman looking exactly like Master was chained in a dark arena, begging to be set free.
Her face was his, her form was his, but there was something broken in her eyes, something that had been crushed and ground to dust.
She was surrounded by three shadows, by figures that loomed and jeered, and her voice was hoarse from screaming.
The second was master hovering over a hill of dead people, the sky was red, black, and shattered with blood flowing like a sea all over the world.
The bodies stretched endlessly in every direction, a horizon of corpses that seemed to go on forever, their faces frozen in expressions of terror and agony.
The world seemed empty, but two other people who looked exactly like Master but with different eye colors and some features were hovering as well, clearly hostile against master as if attempting to kill him.
