One moment, I was sitting inside Zenith's orientation hall.
The Mirage Hermit was standing on the stage.
The next...
I smelled blood.
A lot of blood.
My eyes opened.
Stone ceiling.
Cracked.
Smoke drifting through several holes.
Someone screaming somewhere to my left.
Another person groaning to my right.
And Dream Haven was still beneath my head.
I stared upward.
Then slowly sat up.
"Interesting."
[That is your reaction?]
'My pillow came with me.'
[You have identified the most important issue.]
'Obviously.'
I picked Dream Haven up and looked around.
The orientation hall was gone.
Instead, I was sitting on the floor of what appeared to be an enormous infirmary.
Or what remained of one.
Rows of beds filled a long stone chamber.
Some had overturned.
Others were broken.
Blood stained sheets, floors, walls...
Actually...
Far too much blood.
People occupied almost every bed.
Soldiers.
Civilians.
Children.
Old people.
Some were conscious.
Many weren't.
