Ahcehera awoke with a sharp gasp, her heart racing as the memory of her vision clung to her mind.
The First Demon God's twisted smile, the suffocating darkness, and the burning battlefield still felt too real.
She sat up in her bed, the cold silence of her room wrapping around her like a heavy blanket. There was no one there to comfort her.
No familiar voice to remind her it was just a dream, or perhaps a warning of what was yet to come. Ahcehera buried her face in her hands, breathing deeply to calm her nerves.
The vision had been too vivid to ignore. She knew what it meant, the First Demon God was rising, and if her dream was right, his power would swallow entire planets in his wake.
But she had no time to dwell on fear, the war outside was far from over. Days passed, and Ahcehera poured her strength into protecting Talven-9.
The Zerg tides were relentless, each wave stronger than the last.
