Jude saw them flash behind his eyes - bodies moving through a city of stone and vines, laughter echoing through canopies, children running barefoot across glowing moss, women bathed in gold, their skin shimmering like light made flesh. He saw himself among them. Leading, loving, being loved. Not just by his wives - but by the land itself.
Then the image fractured, and he saw the cost.
A flash of fire.
A rising sea.
A gate opening.
A hand - pale and ancient - reaching from the dark.
He gasped and stumbled backward. Lucy caught him, her hand warm on his chest.
"What did you see?" she asked softly.
"Something's coming," he whispered. "Something from below."
Zoey stepped to the pedestal next, her fingers brushing against the stone.
The vision flared again.
This time, everyone saw it.