"AAAAAARRRRGGGG!!"
While Hauke celebrated his escape from the prison of his mind, Ollie roared in anguish and frustration as he experienced the pain of burning to death in the searing flames of the Inquisition's sorcery… again.
The world of the vision shifted around him, returning him to the very beginning as he lay in a curled-up, fetal position on a grassy hillside outside of a quiet village that overlooked rocky hills and a dense forest of cypress trees. The village in his vision wasn't exactly identical to the one he had helped to construct in the Vale of Mists, but it was similar enough to feel hauntingly familiar, especially when he realized that it was populated by many of the same people.
"Well, Ollie," Ashlynn's voice called while the aspiring knight and witch shook and trembled on the ground. "Do you accept your results as the best outcome you could achieve?"
