Deep within this withering forest, which knows not the caress of light, a spectre forms form the shadows, reaching into the dark…Cloaked in the ash of ancient magic, and uttering its hatred in long forgotten tongues…Two gleaming eyes reach my vision from behind these trees…Here I stand, beholden to a sight long absent from this realm…Ancient beyond my comprehension, more powerful than what the New Gods permit…Its grasp indents the world before it, as the vines shrink and freeze around me…