You shake yourself out of it. This is just an illusion, a nightmare. Whatever force is at play here, you will not let it master you. The words that were spoken on the day you took the Oath resound in your head like the drumbeat of war, giving you clarity and purpose.

Today you take your stand.

Today you join the line.

The first and last line.

The line of the glorious dead.

None have broken it.

Will you be the first?