Deep in a dark and ancient cave stands a mighty fortress. There in it's largest hall sitting on a throne, was a Noble Daemon. This daemon was none other than Kalavar, resurrected and absolutely pissed. Anyone who saw him would think that and stay away. He just received a report that one of his knights was killed. "Fool, that knight was a moronic idiot for trying to fight dragons with his current strength," he said. "Well can you blame him he was trying to be useful," replied a women in a striking red gown. "Sylvine I don't need your input on this." "Of course and sorry milord. But I'm curious as to how he was killed it couldn't be anything lower than a gold or silver drake that killed him." she said. Kalavar seemed to think for a moment before replying, "You maybe right but if it was then that could go to that bloody damnable council and tell them of our return." She was smiling and said "All that means is we need to pick up the pace of our plans. The abyss from which you came Lord will be returning and with it, well I don't know but we must be prepared for more gods, demons, and dragons." He seemed to think for a moment then quickly shot and said "Where in the hell was that knight killed." Sylvine seemed to ponder then come to the same realization,"Sir you don't think that he has returned as well right." Now both of them looked worried for what may come.
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Meanwhile in the dreamscape Levon was in suspended animation unknowingly putting himself and his loved ones in more danger the longer he stays there. For he was talking to three people one was Dalgaroth in a human form, another was his dragon having grown at a rate that was unheard of, and the last one was his mother ,who impregnated herself with Alavar's spirit essence, the God of Death.