Luke walked further down the temple's walkway until he reached the final painting, larger than any of the rest. It depicted a golden hero, face to face with an entity doused in red energy. But his torso was penetrated by a spear of red energies, and his face was pale. Behind the two clashing forces, there stood six others, over the bodies of four men, with corpses scattered around their feet.

	"Jenso.." Luke murmured, reaching towards the painting weakly.