The two of them might catch a low growl from the main room that sounded perhaps as though a fully-grown tiger was in the room. However, it would turn out to just be Travis, in his sleep. What may be bothering him, you might ask? How about a different dream?
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It was the sacrificial altar.
The room is dark, but spaceous. There are candles lit near the altar and there is a slight unearthly glow about the room, either by moonlight or something else. The men in the hoods are all in red-and-brown robes, wearing cloth masks painted in blood. Only their hands and maybe their eyes can be seen. The words they are chanting are indecipherable to anyone who just speaks Common, and they don't confirm to most other languages either. Travis' perspective is from the altar itself, of course, watching a knife get plunged into his chest and getting torn open at the apex of their ritual.
The dream is different from reality in that he has immediately gone demon on them.
Black hands of demonic alloy and shadowy energy reach out and crush the high priest's head beneath the mask. followed by snapping the body in half and tossing it across the room. The other men are in a panic, but - weirdly - still chanting as he chases them about, one by one, and tears through their bodies. Now, he'll see the ones who these people are. He tears off the masks, one after the other, but...they're all the same man! Pale, white-haired, and scarred. Travis growled in irritation. This wasn't right. This was a fantasy. He-
"Now, wait a minute..."
THIS was interesting... He knew he was only dreaming now, but they all had something specific about their hands, something that was definitely familiar and real in his memory: All of their palms were bloody open wounds. These people were definitely...
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...blood mages. So, that's how it is, then. He couldn't suddenly be given all the answers, because that was just ridiculous, but the clue fit. He WAS sacrificed for something important to them, and they were scarred and bleeding from the palms. They were engaged in blood magic. And on that note, what will our demon-boy awaken to this time?