The acolyte woke up covered in cold sweats, his mind aflutter with the memories of what he just dreamed, trying to hold onto them as they slipped from memory. He saw a sword, deadly beyond measure.
He saw a dragon king that was not a dragon. He saw a war between worlds - not between races that lived on those worlds, but two actual worlds themselves.
He saw a rain of lightning. He saw chaos, and confusion.
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