Hunter hallucinated wildly. He felt himself become a powerful vibrating string. He extended infinitely across time and space. He thrummed and vibrated. The vibrations sent out waves of energy across the universe. The energy waxed and waned and in places became so intense that it solidified into matter. Hunter kept thrumming and emitting powerful notes and tones. He became aware of other strings vibrating along with him. Their tones joined in a sublime chorus. Swirling beams of energy crashed into each other and created dust and balls of flame. Hunter kept vibrating and saw the dust move through the flaming balls and become heavy. He renewed his strength and sent out more powerful waves. The balls of flame exploded and sent heavy particles soaring throughout the vast emptiness of space. Then he felt something snap. His consciousness became disjointed. He could not feel the vibrations any longer. He sunk lower. Suddenly, he could see colors and light. He saw vast oceans of blue water and felt himself fly across them at incredible speed. His consciousness came to a mountain range and soared to a high peak. Down below he saw a glowing crystal table. A voice beckoned him to the table. He felt his soul drawn by the sound.

“Ooooooooooooohm.”

Hunter’s eyes opened. He felt his fingers twitch. His body felt foreign to him. He twitched reflexively as if he could somehow escape this mortal coil. Slowly, his memories returned. He remembered that he was John Terrance Price, the son of Terrance John Price, the husband of Tiyana Brooke Price. He remembered the bright flames and the crystal table and his flesh melting. He felt his chest with his fingertips and poked himself. He felt real. He felt like his old self again, except that something had changed. Something changed, but he could not quite put his finger on it. He felt a connection that he had never quite felt before.

“Welcome Hunter Price.” The monk said. “On behalf of the Kings of Shambhala, I welcome you to the ranks of the Dahjaat. You are one of us now.”