Dark clouds start to form over the Northern Mountains. People near in far hear whispers on the wind. Something is coming. Something no one or thing has seen in many worlds. It brings terror to all heroes and gods. It attacks without mercy and takes without thinking.

Grant steps out of the shadows into a dark cave. He punches the cave wall angry. “You let them kill my SISTER!” A dark figure sits in the distance sitting on a large stone. It watches Grant throw a fit. Grant turns toward it. “We did all your dirty work. Bringing back your pet. All I asked for my sister to be safe. I could...” He stops as the man stands up. The man walks over to Grant darkness covering his body. His distorted voice rings out over everything.

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“It is understandable my child. However, some sacrifices are supposed to be made. You have sent them down a dark pathway now. Soon... my host will be in perfect condition.” He walks to an opening of the cave. Grant follows him. The cave opens to a snowy area of the Northern Mountains. “Can’t you see it my dear friend? This is just the beginning. Soon everyone in the entire world will bask in the greatness of the Forgotten King.” The snowy area slowly fades away to a skeleton sitting in a throne. Black tendrils sit at the base skeleton’s throne. Slowly the black tendrils start to swirl around the area attaching themselves to anything and everything they can grab.