Lind dreamed. It was sporadic and full of chaos. He saw cities filling the sky and mountains that moved. He saw oceans of starlight and beasts that swam in them that would eclipse any world he had ever known.
They made no sense but he felt like he was peeking at something beyond him as he felt terror in his soul just seeing the glimpses.
After an unknown amount of time, the dreams changed. He saw horrific battles. He saw death on a scale that made the entirety of all wars had been in but a drop in the bucket. The sheer tragedy could not be perceived by him alone.
Trillions died!
It was not just Fiends, but humans, demons, and all manner of beings. There was no peace, just endless slaughter!
What was wrong with them? How could anyone live like that?
Anger filled him but he was only an observer.
Finally, something changed. It was not even subtle but the Fiends launched an attack that wiped out a continent that could swallow all the realm lands Lind had ever seen on a map.
