The line moved ever so slowly, that was the worst part, the waiting, the knowing your fate lay in a empty field , when he had been young, foolish, he had vowed never to end up here, lorded over by the gods. Even now he wondered why he had plunged the weapon through his heart, at least in the titan lords body he would not have been faced with the endless fields of nothing . Luke was in the line of the dead. He was one of them now, this was where his dreams had led him, another ghost in the crowd.