Xabiz scoffed at the note. Him? A God? He could barely see himself living past tomorrow, let alone becoming something greater than himself. However, his thoughts raced and showed him falling down to his death. He looked around seeing that he was now high above where he received the note. However, he was standing on... something with a temple in front of him, and there were others here as well.

[i]Time to put on a 'happy' face, isn't it?[/i] Xabiz thought, his mind filling with visions of each of their multiple deaths and futures. This 'blessing', as most of his acquaintances called it, was extremely hard to live with and only ever helped a handful of times. It has even driven Xabiz to insanity and back. [i]Just focus on the here and now. Let the visions become background noise like they normally are.[/i] He thought, composing himself before trying to determine if there was a path to the temple.