The dream continues to haunt me,
old friend. It always starts with a journey… …to a distant land. There I find a city in flames… …streets choked with corpses… …unthinkable destruction. I witness senseless slaughter, brother against brother, pure hatred. And then… executions, agony, suffering surrounded me, until my turn comes. They burn my eyes, break my bones. I awaken in terror. There’s no one left to stand against them. You think me mad, old friend, but I know these dreams. They tell of the future. Hell is coming, brother. Hell is coming.