Zebulun found himself back in the oasis from his vision. The labyrinth was gone — the oasis sat alone in the middle of the desert valley. The marble temple stood on the hill. Ram and Luva waited at the bottom of the steps. Zebulun approached and bowed.
"Welcome, prophet," said Ram. "The Creator wishes to speak to you."
"You need not climb the ladder of consciousness again," said Luva. "Once was enough. Ur will speak to you via an avatar here in the Dreamlands." She motioned her hand toward the staircase. "Ascend," she said.
Zebulun climbed the stairs and entered the temple.
Inside the temple a black circle, eleven feet across, hovered a few feet above the floor. The edges of the circle distorted the temple behind it, as if light itself was being bent. Or space.
As Zebulun gazed into the void, a pinpoint of light appeared in the center. The light was tiny, but had the intensity of a thousand suns. He watched as it grew, slowly, to fill most of the void with its light. Light and void spiraled around one another in the space between. Each spiral gave birth to a world: one with trillions of trillions of stars, an order of magnitude more planets, and an uncountable number of living beings. The worlds numbered in the millions; they spawned, they lived, and they died.
A voice came from the center of the light. "I am Ur. You have learned to harness the blessing I gave you. It is time to put it to use. You shall go out into the world. You will stay to the edges of the kingdom, to the small villages and remote estates. You will heal the sick, injured, and crippled. You will tell them My Law."
Ur continued, "Quinn will accompany you. He shall prove helpful in your journey. Davion will stay in Eastwood. He has much to learn from the angels."
"And the forest folk?" asked Zebulun.
"They will defend themselves," said Ur. "Go forth, My prophet. Go forth and heal."