The gem pulses one final time, and in its light, you see yourself.

Not Varek. Not a memory. You.

A reflection in the gem’s faceted surface. A face you don’t recognize, because you’ve never seen it from outside. Young. Afraid. Real.

“Remember what you’ve seen,” Seraphine whispers. “Remember what he is. And when you wake…”

The light dies.

The shadows rush in.

And in the instant before the darkness takes you, you see the reflection change. Grow. Age into something stronger. Something ready.

A warrior. A hero. A child of the gem, come at last to face the monster that founded Eldermoor.

The face of who you will become.