Morthalic's head falls down, snoozing away in the timeless sleep. All is black, suddenly he hears a terrifying laugh, followed by a voice calling his name: "Morthalic, Morthalic, come to me, Morthalic." Morthalic follows the voice in the black void, after walking a while he stops. The voice is clearer now, an illuminative figure appears in front of him and whispers:
Morthalic,

