Nodas had a dream, where he was surrounded by waves of Undead Creatures like a tide. In the boundless and barren wilderness, skeletons with bones showing a calcified gray-yellow and flaming red eyes charged at him wave after wave from the Darkness.
In the dream, his comrades fell one after another, the battlefield was filled with arrows, corpses lay everywhere, and Erune's tattered Battle Banner hung exhausted, motionless.
Until the last moment, it felt like the world was collapsing upon him—
Then he awoke from the dream with a scream, sitting up from the reed-covered bed, the early morning in the Black Forest still carried a chill, yet as Nodas touched his own back, it was soaked, and his pale forehead was dotted with beads of sweat.
He sat panting on the bed for quite a while before regaining his senses and raised his head to see a strand of Dawn's Glow spilling into the small room through the windowsill—the window was actually a round hole carved into the tree trunk.
