Dust from Seeker’s Doppelgänger Vision

As you hold the dust from the destroyed doppelganger of Seeker to the mirror, the scene fades.

Quickly, you see a fist - Amil’s - flying towards you in the mirror, and a crunch, and then the scene shifts again.

Drifting as a cloud high in the sky, waiting, lingering above the Plaguelands. The scene shifts.

The Seeker clone – or what will be the Seeker clone, anyway – is standing in front of Apollyon, the vision and reflection showing Apollyon’s back and the front of the Seeker clone, currently in a faceless, formless shape. Apollyon seems to be sitting in meditation, almost, his skeletal head bare, a pale strange echo of the Crown of Purity floating over his head. Tendrils of smoke seem to be leaking out of the crown, and touching the clone, the unformed creature. It slowly shifts into Seeker, a reflection of Seeker anyway. The scene shifts.

You see a partially formed body lying in a coffin. Complete, but blank, featureless, misshapen. Apollyon is standing over the creature, holding a book, reading from it, glancing at the creature as he turns the pages. Chanting something, but not in a language Wellby can recognize or lip read. It seems to go on for a very long time – the mirror shows you scenes of this, repeatedly, over months and months in a blur. The scene shifts.

You see in the mirror the walls of this chamber of Apollyon’s prison, a blank wall of Drankorian marble. And Apollyon, slowly chipping away at the edge of the stone, collecting the dust that falls.