A blackened ruin was drowning in darkness, covered by a veil of ash. Far in the distance, the lightless dome of the nebulous sky was breached, torrents of light pouring into the dark depths. Dozens of waterfalls plummeted from great heights, giving birth to countless streams and rivers.
The water flowed through the ruins, too, filling it with a melodious rustle.
A young woman was sitting by one of the streams with her eyes closed, resting on the crumbled remains of a dreadful asura. These were the Hollows of Godgrave, and the young woman was Rain, Promise of a Distant Sky.
A storm was raging somewhere above, but all she could hear here in the dark ruins was the quiet murmur of rushing water.
…She could hear the whispers of the Call that assaulted her mind like powerful waves, as well. There was an immense ziggurat towering above the ruins, and on top of it rested a Seed of Nightmare — the Seed of Nightmare that her cohort had entered a long time ago, and had not conquered yet.
