The Vision

Transcript of the Vision
You all realize that these words carry great meaning, and one by one, you fall to the ground, unconscious, as something overwhelms your body. The following is a vision shared to you all.

There is darkness, and then, you realize you have reached the end of your life. You are dead and yet stand. You stand in your own home, surrounded by your family, your loved ones—but they cannot see you. Something distant calls out to you, and you respond. You move, driven, compelled to this thing. You travel a long way through lands familiar and unfamiliar, and eventually, you find your purpose.

You find yourself wreathed in divine light, donning divine armor—you are a vessel for a higher being. People do see you now. They respond to you, sometimes in fear, but often rejoicing in your presence, dropping to the ground in prayers of thanks for your arrival. You slay monsters; you protect villages, towns, and cities.

You can travel without being seen. You are some sort of extension of something you don’t understand. You do this for a very long time, and there are others like you as well, but it is very rare that you come across the others.

One day, you find yourself embroiled in a war—a war between men and not-quite-men. The enemy have wings—they fly; they leap. They are great warriors possessing intimidating strength and speed. You fight on the side of the men, as per your calling, and more often than not, you are leading the charge forward. You are a beacon of hope for mankind... until you face the winged king, and you are struck down, and you fall, and fall, and fall.

And in darkness, you lay, helpless, seemingly powerless. Your tether to the divine—was it severed? It feels like it, and yet here, you linger, with nothing but the darkness for company, for what feels like many ages, and eventually, you have no choice but to welcome the darkness.

And in the darkness, you sit, waiting, watching, until a light appears. Not divine. Not the sun. Burning red. The light of man. A crack, a sliver in the distance, which widens to an opening. Figures enter your space. They don’t see you until they’re a short way off. And their presence stirs you to move. You rise—tall, towering—and they speak in shock. You understand their tongue. “An angel,” they say. “We found an angel!” And you smile at the mortals: “Yes, an angel."

Human
The first of the three segments of the journey of this soul, or essence of existence. ''There is darkness, and then, you realize you have reached the end of your life. You are dead and yet stand. You stand in your own home, surrounded by your family, your loved ones—but they cannot see you. Something distant calls out to you, and you respond. You move, driven, compelled to this thing. You travel a long way through lands familiar and unfamiliar, and eventually, you find your purpose.''

'We experience this from the point of view of the soul''. His human life is ended, and he is chosen by or drawn to the divine by whatever means, which could be part of a natural process.'''

Shimteak
''You find yourself wreathed in divine light, donning divine armor—you are a vessel for a higher being. People do see you now. They respond to you, sometimes in fear, but often rejoicing in your presence, dropping to the ground in prayers of thanks for your arrival. You slay monsters; you protect villages, towns, and cities.''

'''He becomes an executioner of divine will. Here, the soul gains a tangible, physical form.'''

''You can travel without being seen. You are some sort of extension of something you don’t understand. You do this for a very long time, and there are others like you as well, but it is very rare that you come across the others.''

'''He can go invisible at will. There is some implication that the soul is unable to act on his own—borderline a fool tool. Angels are also told to be very rare.'''

''One day, you find yourself embroiled in a war—a war between men and not-quite-men. The enemy have wings—they fly; they leap. They are great warriors possessing intimidating strength and speed. You fight on the side of the men, as per your calling, and more often than not, you are leading the charge forward. You are a beacon of hope for mankind... until you face the winged king, and you are struck down, and you fall, and fall, and fall.

'''The soul was seemingly the only Shimteak on the battlefield. This scene looks to be part of the war against Vesdorians. The fall is both metaphorical and literal, for Vesdorians had insanely tall buildings. This marks his second death, losing to the winged king. He is stated to be exceptional compared to men, never explicitly against the Shimteak. Him being defeated by a Vesdorian also enforces the fact that he could not have been transformed into a Xelevikenar.'''

Fallen Shimteak
''And in darkness, you lay, helpless, seemingly powerless. Your tether to the divine—was it severed? It feels like it, and yet here, you linger, with nothing but the darkness for company, for what feels like many ages, and eventually, you have no choice but to welcome the darkness.''

'''Stripped of his divine connection, he is unable to materialize, but his SOUL is still there. With time, he succumbs to the darkness as an alternative power source, since there is no other choice. You could poetically say that the darkness replaces the vacant spot left behind by the light. Darkness is also probably a literal description of his surroundings.'''

''And in the darkness, you sit, waiting, watching, until a light appears. Not divine. Not the sun. Burning red. The light of man. A crack, a sliver in the distance, which widens to an opening. Figures enter your space. They don’t see you until they’re a short way off. And their presence stirs you to move. You rise—tall, towering—and they speak in shock. You understand their tongue. “An angel,” they say. “We found an angel!” And you smile at the mortals: “Yes, an angel."''

'''The darkness here is literal as he is buried in the ruins of the place where the battle took place. His tone at the end is clearly sinister confirming that he is a fallen angel now.'''

Theories

 * we theorized whether he could be a Xelevikenar, but due to lack of any exceptional ability being displayed in the vision, we decided that it's very unlikely


 * since it was the winged king that killed him, the battle could have taken place in his palace - Vesdor castle, which is quite close to us, also the paladin Bertolph went north in its direction due to the recently started war


 * the last part of vision could have been a borderline live feed and we woke up as he was found by other people


 * the message came from deep down below the Riiga, so it's very unlikely to have been directly from the same person as the pov of the vision


 * if the vision was from the fallen angel himself, then it would indicate that he is not fully evil/corrupted/mindless
 * Reports say that Shimteak vanish after falling in battle. They can also appear and disappear at will. This leads us to believe that the physical body the angel has is just a manifestation of the soul possible due to divine connection. Towards the end his soul manifests using the darkness.