Deep from within the bowels of Thera, a tremor is created that causes everything around you to vibrate.

A loud crack reverberates through the air as if an entire forest of trees were cracked simultaneously.

"There is power here.", booms a deep, wet voice. "It will be mine."

"Come to me, my minions!", calls the booming voice.

All over Thera, flocks of ravens and crows head towards the southern desert skies.

"I can smell the axe dripping with the souls of the weak. Find it."

Like a plague, the sky turns black with ravens and crows flying in organized flocks in all directions of Thera.