A starless night! I walk a lonely road in a dark forest and I can hear the distant cries and howls of twisted, terrible creatures. A heavy mist is in the air, which seems to hang heavily upon my shoulders. My soul is stirred by the acrid smell that is everywhere. I walk wearily, holding my holy staff close to me, although something tells me it would be useless here. The earth upon wich I walk is dead. The leaves, grass, trees, everything is dead and the broken branches I step on splinter with a loud snap that is not unlike a loud yelp to attract unwanted attention upon me.
Up ahead, there is a settlement. As I approach it I become increasingly aware of the evil spirits that haunt it. The faint, dark silhouettes slowly take shape from out of the mist as I get closer. It is a deserted human town, broken and corrupt. Something stirs somewhere within the walls of a crypt. As I direct my attention towards it, my vision blinks out for a short moment as I feel panic skulk over me like ice flowing through my veins. Down the long swirling underground corridors a wide room reveals itself, full of old and broken tombstones. But one seems to be untouched. Upon it I notice strange characters of a language unknown to me. Their contour is clear and sharp, as if they were just recently engraved. The characters begin to glow.
To my horror, I suddenly become aware that the evil I sensed earlier is concentrated within this very tomb. A terrible, long muffled cry of agony and terror comes out of the cold stone confinement. The heavy closure shakes once, followed by a deep silence. It shakes again and with a terrible grinding sound it slides away slightly and a frightening hand reaches out from the darkness within.
At that moment I awaken from the horrific dream, cold sweat covering my face. I shake my head in desbelief.
No, it cannot be! Toranaga! He has arisen!