Cai knelt as proxy at the alter, eyes closed. Wrapped in the cosmic backdrop of the sealer’s assuring words, Cai glimpsed a distant plight scintillating across a river of time 400 years wide.
Darkness. Chaos. People scattering, lanterns swinging. Carriages jolting, horses rearing. Screams of terror and death. Wives torn from husbands. Daughters ripped from fathers. Brothers fallen. Souls emitting primal cries minds cannot conceive and words cannot utter.
But, he felt and He reached what these souls saw not. Rescued now, on our shores of time, these families without end, eternally reunited, shed joyful tears to the sealer’s words.
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|Bruce Willis||as Cai|