Zand struck himself true. Though, paradoxically - or perhaps predictably, he felt the spear pierce his own chest. The cold embrace of death stung him. He saw a beam of light pierce through the black gate, and everything went black.
When he awoke he saw the greenery of a planet, plants and enormous mushrooms he had never seen before. He could smell the bounty of the pollen and spore. Feel the rich oxygen suffusing his blood.
Zand bore witness to something spiritually intimate. An enormous serpent coiled about The Commander. It was staring down at The Commander, and though it could have swallowed him with no effort, the embracing coils of the snake seemed somehow more intimate. Zand had a sense he was observing something private, deeply personal communion. The snake, in a voice like splitting stone intoned and rumbled what sounded like a particularly curious interrogative. The Commander responded in a similar manner, sounding sure, but the articulation of fear in his voice in his position was evident. The answer seemed to satisfy the Serpent, who's tone became chiding as if correcting a child's incorrect response. It noticed Zand, turning its massive head to Zand, saying something.
Zand found himself once more floating in darkness, the only light a glowing silver thread that snaked into deeper darkness. Pulsing with and connected to his heart. Something at the other end of the thread was pulling it.