The scene twisted.
A public square.
The man knelt in chains, bloodied, bruised, surrounded by an angry crowd. Stones were thrown.
Spit hit his face.
"They called me a criminal. A monster."
A raised platform.
An executioner.
"I was beaten," the man said hollowly. "Dragged to be executed."
Then—
The sky split open.
Darkness descended like a curtain falling.
A towering figure stepped forth and it was very terrifying.
The Demon Lord.
"You are a great magician," the Demon Lord said. "Your mind bends reality itself."
The man looked up, hope and terror warring in his eyes.
"You can work under me."
The chains dissolved.
Power flooded his body.
"I accepted," the man whispered. "Because I wanted to live."
The scene shattered violently.
Fire.
Screams.
Bodies.
"My children died," he said, voice barely audible now. "All of them."
The vision faded.
The light left behind by Nerothiel did not fade completely.
