Somewhere in the lightless, labyrinthine depths of the Darkenhold forest
VOICE OF THE NIGHT:
Who are you, wanderer?
WANDERING SPIRIT:
I can't remember
VOICE OF THE NIGHT:
The wolves are gathering,
the stars are shifting
come, join us in the hunt
THE SYLVAN ORACLE:
What arboreal augury be this?
Has the Realm Verdant at last seen the countenance
of the scourge born of prophecy?
What is thy scheme, Zyl-Zyn-Horhuz?
VOICE OF THE NIGHT:
Who are you, wanderer?
WANDERING SPIRIT:
I have the scent
VOICE OF THE NIGHT:
Gaze into the mists
feel the earth thawing beneath your feet
Come, bring down the prey
THE SYLVAN ORACLE:
The wolves are gathering,
The stars are shifting,
This spectre at the feast,
This nectar of the vine
VOICE OF THE NIGHT:
Look at the power you possess
See the might which you wield!
You know who you are, do you not?
WANDERING SPIRIT:
Yes, I am the scythe in the field at summer,
I am the thunder that awakens the earth,
I am that which gives the night air its chill
VOICE OF THE NIGHT:
Who are you, wanderer?
WANDERING SPIRIT:
I am far beyond the ken of men
my gaze shall make the night tremble!
THE SYLVAN ORACLE:
So dour a mien, let all night's fulgors flame
Behold, the ghost of a king as yet unborn!
He is the scourge, the thanatos, the cleansing fire, the purifying storm
he is the cataclysm given corporeal form!
Be wary that your progeny does not consume thee,
Zyl-Zyn-Horhuz the Voice of the Night!
VOICE OF THE NIGHT:
Who are you, my son?
WANDERING SPIRIT:
Father I am annihilation incarnate!