Revelation (Seeds of Humanity: The Cobalt Heresy) Read Online Free Page B

and fall, toward the point I had felt without offering any resistance since doing so would only guarantee less clarity of vision in the strange dreamscape. I quickly found myself in a room with fairly remarkable details, which I had learned from my Master was unusual when traveling to another’s dream world.
    The room was made of polished, hewn stone and it was dome-shaped. There were no windows per se, but the top half of the ceiling itself was made of glass and filled with the stars of the night sky. This was clearly a place with which the dreamer was intimately familiar.
    Curiosity got the better of me and I looked up at the ceiling, realizing that it wasn’t made of glass, but instead the images were being projected upon the glossy stone from somewhere. I couldn’t see where the images were coming from, and then I caught myself as things momentarily lost clarity. I had to maintain focus!
    In the center of the room was an altar, or bench of some kind, which was carved in the rough shape of a human and lying atop it’s carved stone surface was a figure. I knew I had found my target since its features were blank, which was common in dreams seeing as we very rarely imagine our own appearance. The mind normally chooses to focus on surroundings and project those during a dream state, so the person’s own face would generally not be included in the objects requiring study by the dreamer.
    I gripped my weapon tightly and approached, at the same time expending a significant portion of my energy reserves to anchor myself to this part of the dream. I had found my quarry, and I didn’t want to miss what would likely be my lone opportunity to protect the castle from its assailants.
    Then I heard a voice from behind me and I whirled around, me weapon raised in both hands. The source of the sound was muffled and seemed very distant, but the figure was no more than five feet away and looking right through me.
    Unlike the figure on the slab, I could make out some of the features of this man: he had dark, brown skin, brown eyes, and a completely smooth skull. For some reason he seemed familiar to me, but I dismissed the familiarity since it was probably just a reflection of the dreamer’s own familiarity with the person. The spell I was using was far from completely tested and proven, so subtle side-effects like that were something I had come to expect.
    I couldn’t make out the man’s words at first, but then everything seemed to flicker and his voice became clearer. “What’s happening?” I heard the man’s still heavily distorted voice ask. “What can I do, Mistress?”
    I turned back to the figure on the man-shaped slab. This was an odd experience for me, listening to two people conversing inside of a dream world, but the dreamer was clearly a very powerful practitioner of magic so it was possible for such a person to maintain lines of communication even within dreams.
    A woman’s voice came from the slab. “I do not know,” she said softly, “a great blow has been struck against us…and I barely have the strength to keep the Colossus moving forward.”
    I resisted the urge to end the scene once and for all by unleashing my weapon, instead opting to gather information on my enemies first. It was risky, but I needed as much intelligence as I could gather before making my presence felt.
    “Who could do this, Tyreva?” asked the man, who had moved next to the woman on the slab. “The castle has no remaining mages and their walls were certain to fall, if not tonight then the next.”
    “They are not alone,” she replied. “The enemy has found the castle…they must aim to deny us that which we require,” she whispered before being rocked by a spasm, which made everything in the dream world flicker and shake before stabilizing. “We are too late,” she finished weakly.
    “Can you bring down the gate?” the man asked earnestly. “We’ve come too far to give up now, Tyreva,” he pleaded.
    The woman turned to