As a giant, spinning, metallic something smashes out from the wooden rafters, which are piled up with decades upon decades of dirt, the overlord scoffs, and leaves to the deep caverns to live out its last minute of life with some semblance of peace. There’s a great crash of the machine as it falls some twenty meters to the cavern floor—casting the eyes on the town square, precisely below the original town square from so long ago. The hatch opens, and out steps Bas’Tun, the new hero, and Ralic, who just so happens to be human after-all. “Everyone, look!” Bas’Tun calls out. At once the people from the forges, the ones from the sick house, and those doing whatever they had been, stop and look upon the two. “This man has shown me the light. There is a great light—and everyone, everyone, even the sick must come up to see it at once!” Bas’Tun announces, pointing up to the great, growing hole above as more aged debris falls to reveal ever more of the sunlight beyond. At once, everyone believed the two— and at the same time, the townspeople hears a sharp, pain-stricken scream from down the tunnel that their elder had traveled into.
