A Vision of Choices: Part 2

You take off, swiftly crossing the heaps of injured and dying. Though the air around you is thick with smoke and dying moans, you make it to the building. It's a low, white bunker, with a single door and no windows. In fact, the outside of the building is entirely smooth, and appears unblemished by the war around it. Throwing open the door, you step inside a similarly smooth room, lit only by glowing yellow veins of light that trace across the ceiling. In the center of the room is a table, and on it lays a humanoid figure. Several smaller figures move around it, manipulating strange lights with their fingertips.

The workers lift a large, ornate breastplate from the ground, placing it onto the laying figure with the hiss of searing flesh against molten metal. A great scream echoes from the room, and the veins of light begin to whip from the ceiling, impaling the standing figures. Your mouth is suddenly filled with blood as a talon of light pierces through you, lifting you into the air. Your final view is of the figure on the table sitting up abruptly, calling the tendrils of light to it's open hand.