[color=dodgerblue]"We might see him a-"[/color] Eve stops talking as the world around you dims, all the colors of the people around you getting hit with a gray tint. Everything seems to stop as well, as if you are frozen in time.

Standing between you and the only other moving person, Brock, is the cloaked figure of a woman.

[color=steelblue]Hello once again, my children.[/color] The sultry voice of a familiar deity speaks to you, Brock, and one other as it stands there between you two. [color=steelblue]I trust everything is going well?[/color]