Archmage Merlon of the Veil awoke one morning in a panicked sweat. That.... couldn't have been real he thought, as he tried, with concerted effort, to prevent the memories of his sleeping vision from passing away. As Merlon had aged, his faculties had as well, and keeping track of anything had become increasingly difficult in the past few decades. Archmage Merlon was now approaching his 55th decade. 550 years of life. A top tier wizard in his youth, he now how trouble remembering even the most basic of incantations.

But... this dream... this feeling he experienced while sleeping. It troubled him greatly, and the fact that he could not remember left him unsettled.

Fire, an unbelievably hot flame, he could remember that much. A scream, that could almost be considered familiar if it weren't for the guttural pitch of the inhuman proclamation.

There had been rumors that the evil Shaman Darack had escaped from TongPricha Prison. But the rumors, they had to be false. No man, no living being had ever escaped from that hell hole. Still, Merlon had to find out for himself. It's not like he was going to sleep tonight anyways.

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