A streak of lightning cuts across the sky followed by a thunderous roar.

An elven maiden looks up at the sky and whispers, "The bolt of Uller? If that ancient stirs, there is an abomination in Thera. The stories must be true."

A tall Voralian knight looks down at his desk and states, "I will leave this missive for the Commander. I must leave for the hunt of the axe now."

A flock of ravens begin to circle in Eastern Thera and the bolt of Uller strikes them dead center.

Black feathers fall from the sky, singed and burning.