We rejoin our Hero deep in slumber. The cloaked figure stands in a ragged gown. Our Hero's chest slowly riseing with each breath. The last words echo down the hollow hall "Heart... heart". Just then lighting struck within every chamber of our heros heart. The gushing blood flows like molten steel, bringing new life to our beloved hero. Crenck! Crack! as he turns his head. Wiping the sandman's sand from his eyes, our hero sits up. The gowned figure sheriks out "No" in disbeleif. The silent masses look up from hiding, with wide eyes and open mouths. A beam of breaks through the darkness and shrouds our hero in a consecrated light. Our hero stands up straight. He streches his arms and the darkness pushes back. The burnt flesh and rotting feilds heal over and new younger life sprouts ready for another chance. The Screams are replaced by the gentle rustle of the wind, as the stage is set for the final battle. The stare down each other face to face. They Time of Conflict is Here...