Kael traveled for days after the vision. The desert stretched endlessly, a sea of red dunes whispering forgotten names. He survived on cactus water and the small rations left in his satchel. But the hunger in his belly was nothing compared to the hunger in his soul.
He arrived at the ruined temple of Myrr, a place long abandoned by priests and seekers. Its walls were etched with glyphs of warriors surrounded by halos of fire. Some bore hair that burned like golden suns.
Kael pressed his hand against the stone. A surge of energy jolted through him. He staggered back as the glyphs began to glow. His heart pounded. He knew he had come to the right place.
A hooded figure emerged from the shadows. "The Psychedelic Flame burns in you, boy. But flames consume as easily as they illuminate."
"Who are you?" Kael demanded.
"Your teacher, if you wish to survive what is coming."