Zebulun found himself back at the temple of his visions. The oasis was gone, consumed by the desert. The temple lay in ruins, it’s roof missing. Zebulun ascended the staircase.
In the remains of the temple he saw a glowing triangle seven feet on a side. The edge glowed first red, then green, then blue. The center was pitch black.
Zebulun stared into the void. It began to swirl before his eyes, and he found himself sucked in. Red, green, and blue triangles flew around and past him at an accelerating pace until the whole tunnel looked white from the speed.
Ahead, at the end of the tunnel, he saw an eye made from millions of other eyes. He approached it but slowly, no matter how much his speed increased, and felt that it would take forever to reach. In time, the eye spoke.
"I am Ur. You have roamed the land and healed the sick. You have laid the foundation for the Kingdom of Ur. You have done well."
"I have a new task for you. You will take Davion and Quinn and kill the dragon Herod Wrathkinder. He lives on a grand estate on the western edge of the kingdom. He is a torturer and devourer of children. You will confront him on his crimes and execute him in my name. When it is done, flee into the western wilds."
"By your will," said Zebulun, "I will see it done."
"Davion waits for you in Azulan," said Ur. "Go to him."