After a strange dream

For a moment, all the Rune Blade knee was utter darkness. There was no sensations, no sights...perfect nothingness. He wasn’t even able to conceive a thought. Perhaps he had died and was left with a forsaken soul?

But then he started to think. Like his first memories of life, he was able to process things, and these things were as sharp as when he was toddler. He sights were bright, the hearing crisp, the feeling sharp.

He was in a cool area, with the sounds of the sea nearby. All around him were the trappings of a lavishly decorated room made of marble. There was sanguine tapestries the went well with the walls and pillars.

Marius also noted that he laid in a very plush bed, naked save for a half toga that covered his lower half. His well toned body left bare, decorated in complex runes and marred with scars...some he noticed that were new from his latest battle. Curiously, he didn’t feel the pain from his broken bones and overworked muscles.

Then...heard it...heard her.

“Welcome to the realm of the conscious, victor. You have done well in your battle and have earned your rest.”

Then he heard another voice, a more masculine and authoritative voice, “But not for too long. The hunt for injustice is unending.”