Before anyone can answer, a shooting star traces a path across the heavens, and for a moment, the eyes of all four of you are drawn to it.
"It is almost time for you to leave us, Basileios," says Ziva, "but this will not be our final meeting. When you awake, you will find yourself in trying circumstances, but you will not be alone. In times of distress, you may call upon one of us to aid you."
"Do not forget," says Svarog, "that there are forces working against us, too. We may not always be able to help you. If you wish for our aid, ensure that there is belief and reverence for us among your own tribe, for it is from that belief that we draw our power."
"You must survive, son of the steppe," says Ziva. "Survive and return to your home. There, seek out your shaman and undertake a spirit journey. We will be waiting for you on the other side."
As you consider their words, you hear a thunderclap roll across the sky, and you look up, just as—seemingly from nowhere—the rain begins to fall.
Wake Up