The ground split open.
The ruins of Aradon's fortress trembled. The stone that had remained undisturbed for centuries began to crack. The sleeping creatures beneath the castle walls shifted, stirred, breathed.
Somewhere, far from Vaeloria, a child woke from a nightmare. A dream filled with whispers and eyes that burned like fire.
A dream of monsters.
Of a throne made of shadows.
And of a voice calling them home.
ARADON.
He had never been truly gone.
He had simply been waiting.
Waiting for the moment when his bloodline would awaken once more.