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There is a growling from Cerberus. Hound then realizes his father is smiling. Cerberus nods slowly.

"Alcamarie."

She in turn bows slightly to Cerberus, her eyes on him, smiling herself. "Your Lordship Cerberus."

Hound then sees the room as it is meant to be. The room is vibrant and dark, with shards of obsidian coming from the floor, towering, their facets flashing with images. They float from the crystals, shimmering, fading as they go. The staircase has become a broad ascension, and Hound can now see Alcamarie's seat on top.

"Simply put, I am the curator of this spire, although the truth is somewhat more complex.  You are within the Black Crucible.   What the Crucible is, is another matter entirely.  The fact that it has not absorbed your soul entirely is a testament to your power, Marcus.  Perhaps worrisome, considering what you will have to do to get out."

She gestures to the Well. "The Well shows something different for everyone.  It is a reflection of psychic echoes that are strong enough to resoumd through the planes of time.  You have just been shown what the Glyph is.  But, you have not yet been shown why it is.  This place was built by Victivius, though it is not his, nor mine.  Tell me something," she walks slowly up to Hound, "how much are you willing to discover?   Are you sure that is something you want?  You need only ask..."

"Think carefully, Marcus,"  Cerberus warns.