In the depths of the Abyss, surrounded by mountains of corpses, the Undead Demon King contemplated the news arriving through captured souls.
And then, he burst into laughter.
His voice thundered among the skeletons and necroliths surrounding him.
"At last!" he shouted, his green eyes blazing like hellfire. "A true warrior worthy of the name! A man who turns faith into power and dares to challenge the entire world!"
The shadows stirred behind him. A figure cloaked in darkness, with a thousand eyes shining like dead stars, materialized.
It was the god Ner'Zhaal, lord of eternal death.
His voice whispered into the Demon King's ears like venom:
"Do not underestimate him, but do not challenge him yet…
Obey my orders, my servants.
Prepare yourselves.
Because that human… that 'god of dreams'… will be the key to opening the end of times."
The Undead Demon King smiled, lowering his head.
Ambition burned in his eyes, but so did a spark of absolute obedience.
