Having two minds crammed into one skull was certainly not a pleasant experience.
As the memories continued to surge, Rorschach found himself transported to an ancient forest. A helpless, abandoned infant was wailing, circled by a pack of wolves that was waiting for their leader's signal to begin the feast.
The wolves' eyes held an eerie glow, and a subtle wind stirred through their fur. They were clearly Demons, a species now extinct. Just as the infant was about to become a mere morsel for them, the look in their eyes suddenly changed, losing all aggression.
It was the Wise Man! This Ancient Mage had been watching from the sidelines, and Rorschach was witnessing everything through his perspective. Through the Wise Man's eyes, Rorschach saw the Spiritual Power flaring within the Demon Wolves' minds; the Ancient Mage had used some sort of Magic to control every last one of them.
