Standing full in the sight of Imperator Daemonium I feel its evil buffet my soul. My vision darkens at the edges, my legs weaken.
Words in my mind, a ladies soft voice
"What can you see?"
Words made of colours, they are vibrant green then orange, blue then yellow.
I see Chay, kneeling, eyes attempting sight.
I see Farmer, drawing sigils in the air with his hands.
I see a lady in white. She is beauty and she is calm and she is hope. And above all, she is resolution. An implacable, unmoveable, resolute belief in the power of love.