The battle has interrupted my eternal slumber, I no longer sleep in my home at Ry'leth, you stare in awe as an orb of pitch black gathers in the sky above you. The bodies and buildings that coat the landscape are no protection to you anymore, a blinding light pierces your visor as I step forth from my slumber and sing a song that brings the end of times, you run as fast as your feeble mortal feet can carry you. But before long you are in my grip and darkness grips you as all life leaves your body, and your immortal soul takes its place in never ending torture, amongst the other damned souls, and then all is quiet.