Fires blazed, lighting the night sky with such a glow that the veil of stars above was outshone and overpowered. Screams and the gutteral cry of men at battle and the tang of steel contacting steel were the only sounds to be heard above the roar and crackle of flames. A shout, a barked command, and a mad dash. Heavy booted footfalls were lost in the din to all but the one who made them. Cutting down and Enemy with near effortless ease, he never faltered in his stride. There were none who would stop him from completing his task; none who would stop the righteous victory of the Empire and its effort for a world without everlasting war. He was proud to have been chosen. Proud to take on this most unusual mission and to be trusted to recover an item so sacred. The future of their world rode squarely on his shoulders and he was honored to bear the weight of this task. A footfall and then another and then the cacophony was simply gone. Not an echo. Not a ringing. Only one lone glowing ember having made the journey with him to float upward on an alien wind before burning to ash and disappearing under foreign stars. The soldier's pell-mell sprint slowed to a trot before coming to a stop at the end of an alleyway cloaked in shadow. He stood for a moment, hand braced upon cool brick while his breath was recovered. So quiet. It was so quiet here. A soft glow of lamps lit the boulevard that opened before him; it appeared to be night in this world as well. And late, perhaps, judging by the lack of people on the street. Still he hesitated, unsure. As if to cover for his reluctance though there were none to see it, the soldier glanced at the beacon lashed to his wrist with supple leather. A subtle glow lit his face as he did; where the beacon appeared to be nothing more than a slice of pale violet geode in his world, here in the faint presence of the artifact it took on a soft light. It was here, maybe not exactly nearby but close enough. In the shadows, watching a couple move together down the boulevard huddled close together in murmured conversation, a small smile lifted one corner of the soldier's face lit with ghostly amethyst light. In another moment he was gone; the sound of heavy-booted footfalls accompanying him down the boulevard.