Sleep brought with it for Ivaan roiling darkness as far as the eye can see.
And, as always, the loud beating is getting worse, reaching a louder and louder volume until Ivaan's mind shakes with every thundering beat. Ivaan opens his eyes to the inky dreamscape, covering his ears as the loud thumping rolls over him like electricity, making him shake and quiver.
Staggering, Ivaan yells out in pain as he feels his ears start to bleed, a yell he makes in the waking world as well, crying out in his sleep.
Then, silence.
Ivaan slumped over in the darkness, taking deep breaths. His eyes flickered back and forth as two sources of blood red light appear on either side of him, like two ends of a long, dark tunnel.
Voices boom out from each of them, yelling, screaming threats, demanding the heart from Ivaan.
Each was a muscular figure with huge, leathery bat-like wings and long tails with a spade-like end.
One had horns the other had a smooth head. Both kept demanding the heart from ivaan as they walked towards him.
Ivaan looked around wildly, his breathing speeding up, his eyes dilating wildly as adrenaline kicked in and he became half-wild with terror, before yelling out a long, loud roar.
A roar he continued as he woke up, thrashing about in his tent.
"WROAAAAA- THE HEART- THE CREATURES THEY'RE-"
He thrashed about, still half mad with fear, and tore about in his tent, finding the pouch with the heart in it and tearing it out of the bag.
The Heart was beating so hard it was difficult to hold onto it.
He tore out of his tent and cast his eyes about wildly, searching for the creatures, his power unfurling and pumping his dread, fear and intense fight-or-flight instinct into the rest of the party, along with as much energy as he could muster.