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Chapter 5

Sweating like a madman, Nhil woke in agony, like he did every night. Even his
dark mind, used to torture and death, could not fathom the terror his dreams
brought him. All he could remember in his conscious state, was the crushing
darkness that not even his trained eyes could pierce, and the unblinking
burning eyes, staring at him from a distance. These dreams took a toll on
him, leading him further and further down a path that he could not see the
end of.

Tired and weary, yet curious, Nhil decided to research the meaning of his
recurring dreams. Night and day he sat in the dark libraries of the
dark-elves, looking for answers. Nhil found vauge references to gods past,
histories and ancient lore. Yet after weeks buried in the books he found no
answers, only more questions.

This changed one day, when he met an old dark-elf who went by the name of
Rhiznan. He was an ancestor of a priestess mentioned in one of the books.
This priestess was supposed to have experiensed the same dreams as he did.
Nhil got a broken story from Rhiznan, about the priestess' search for
answers, and her failure. Before Nhil left, Rhiznan came to him with an old
book. The notebook from the priestess' search. The book was filled with
insane drivel, writen by a mind who clearly long ago submitted to insanity.
Yet one sentance at the back of the book caught his eye.

"Chanting in the blinding light, sinking into soothing darkness!"