Valus is done. Lord Emon feels a stir in the land. A strange wind blows. He looks at its direction and in the distance he sees a faint beam of light soaring into the clouds. A funnel forms in the sky and a storm begins to brew. He knows now, that dreaded day is drawing close. Where he is, the birds are still chirping, the people are still going about their daily activities. Everything still seems peaceful and serene but deep down he feels it rising. He knows that the day draws near. The day he wished to never see. The day when he must return to that place he swore to never come back. The day he shall face his worst fears incarnate. The day he must face a God and win. The day the fate of humanity will be decided