Your contemplation of Lucellus' soul is interrupted by a sudden vision of the four senior paladins facing Theodoius across a dessicated field.

The former Grand Master still wears his tabard, now faded and stained.  He sits astride a black dragon -- huge, but nowhere near the size of the monstrous creature you slew in Invictus.  In his left hand he holds a limp body.  A young human, hideously maimed.

It's Mores, Lucellus' squire.  His face is burnt, almost beyond recognition, as if someone held it to a red-hot brazier.  His hands and feet are charred claws, and you cannot tell if he's alive or dead.

Though the conversation makes it clear that he survives.  "Your answer, Discipulus," Theodosius says, tapping the young squire's chin with his right hand.  "Give me your oath that you will surrender yourself to me, and he's yours.  Refuse, and I drink the last drops of his soul."

"Do not dream that you will rescue him in some mad attack upon my fortress.  He won't be there.  When he rises, I'll send him away.  Far away, someplace you'll never find.  And there his soul will rot, fettered to his corpse.  Denied the Bright Halls for all eternity."

Lucellus quivers with rage.  "Fine.  I..."

"Lucellus, do not be an idiot!" Tinnius snaps.  "Think of Ancilla!"

"Take her."  Without hesitation, Lucellus tosses his Council Blade to Regulus.  "I always thought you'd be better for her, anyways.  I swear on my honor as a..."

He never gets to finish that sentence, for Regulus tackles him and clamps a hand over his mouth.  At the same time, Tinnius and Darius both charge Theodosius.  The black, clearly expecting this, launches itself into the air away from their lances.

As Regulus and Lucellus struggle, Theodosius' voice drifts down from above.  "So be it."  A moment later there's a scream, a feeble wail of despair that freezes all of the paladins.  Mores' body jerks once, and falls silent.  "Look upon his corpse for the last time," Theodosius calls as his dragon wheels south.  "You will never see it again."

The vision fades as Lucellus hits Regulus, hard.