The scenes before them were so devastating that their minds struggled to process them.
There were too many screams, too much suffering layered atop itself. Yet what made it truly unbearable was the realization that there were not many deaths at all.
The people in those visions still lived.
They lingered in a state between life and death, bodies ruined and twisted, yet their minds remained painfully intact.
They screamed as they burned and suffered the pains.
They cried as their limbs rotted. They watched their families, their friends, and their children suffer beside them, fully aware and unable to escape.
Pain did not claim them and not even death granted them mercy.
It was the worst fate imaginable.
Zerathul's voice rolled through the sky as the visions continued.
"This is your future," Zerathul declared. "I have already seen it. This is an ending carved into time that already happened. Inevitable."
