A Vision Of The End

The first one to react was Khalor. He slammed both his hands together, almost in a praying position, and murmured.

'Legacy Skill: Memories Of The Dead'

A dark sphere started expanding from his hands. It rapidly grew, exploding outwards as it swallowed the zone they were in.

Astaroth looked on in awe, as the surroundings changed from a plain with a pyramid to a burning and desolate cityscape. He could hear screams of terror and pain in the distance.

"Where is this?" He asked, looking all around him.

"I am not surprised you don't recognize it in this state," Khalor said, flashing a sad smile.

"Should I even recognize this?" Astaroth questioned, his face shifting in confusion.

"Ahh, yes. You should." Khalor answered.

Astaroth looked around, this time trying to focus a little more, but nothing seemed familiar to him. So he gazed back at Khalor.

"A hint, maybe?" He asked the Necromancer.