"There's no rush," Luke stated bluntly, pulling out his book again as he inspected the walls. "[i]God in heaven, Bobba. You sure know how to leave a surprise behind.."[/i] Luke walked down the hall, following Jenso slowly, whilst taking in the many paintings. "Jenso, you can't not be puttin' these pieces together.." Luke pointed to one of the last paintings, depicting a man engulfed in flames, with wings made of pure fire, facing off against a crystalline entity. "This aint.."