"A...door...?" As he rose, he shook his head, trying to clear the thick malaise that had swallowed his mind. The Knight took a step forward, staggering to the left, leaning on one of the stone pillars for support. His vision began to clear up, allowing Yerbol to see the path that had opened up. 
"Right...we..keep..goin..." His stride was slow, but steadier than the last couple of moments had proven, giving him the ability to move forward. As the duo walked down the stone hallway, Yerbol heard a grating sound, turning his head to find that the wall had slid back into place, trapping them. He attempted to try and conjure up something witty to ease the tension, but then-

[i]"Fools!" Master Ragnos hissed, his crimson lightsaber coming to life as the others surrounded him. The True, the Heralds, they were the ones who would bring order to a galaxy that needed it and they would restore all-[/i]

Yerbol found himself standing next to Leoria, except they weren't in the hallway. Instead, they stood in a room with ancient looking bookshelves, parchment and silk scrolls spilling off of them.

[i]"They knew! They knew of the power and REJECTED IT! Don't you see how they cannot be the descendants of who they claim to be? And yet the Dark Council is allowing them to-[/i]

At the very north of the chamber stood a large chunk of stone, easily ten feet in height. On the stone were engraved words, language that Yerbol had never seen before, but felt that it was...bleeding into him. Inviting him to draw in as much knowledge as he could muster, because he knew, he knew what the words said, he knew that...

"The Heralds..." He walked to the stone, tracing his fingers in the indentations, the words glowing a soft orange. The light behind the words began to pulsate, turning to a bright orange-red before he was knocked back, the stone breaking into pieces. In it's wake was an obsidian cube, crimson light emitting from the top and sides. 
"That's it...that's what we're here for." He knew. He scooped up it in his hands and he knew. 
"This..."

[i]"...will be buried. No one can discover what we found." Master Pall grimaced as he walked away from the pedestal, the triangular object levitating. 
"And what if they return?" Master Akilri asked, her dark irises searching his. He stayed silent.[/i]

His eyes opened, clarity finally returning to his mind. He felt himself again, but the knowledge he felt he possessed now. 
"Ria, the scrolls...what do they say on them?"