As soon as he laid down, everything went black. It was like he was floating in a void blacker than night, body weightless with no sense of his feet anywhere near the ground. Then the sensation of falling started, and he saw the crumbling edge of a cliff above just out of his grasp. No–this, this had to be a dream! They had pulled him out with a rope. He hadn't let go! The sky above was shrinking as the blackness of the abyss swallowed it up. He was falling, he was plunging deeper into oblivion! All attempts to grasp at anything to get out failed. His arms too heavy to lift, voice unable to cry out. Terror spread like a fire through him as everything was closing in. He was suffocating–he was trapped! Inside his own mind he screamed,
'Let me out! LET ME OUT! Someone, anyone–please! Can anyone hear me?!' He didn't want to die here, no he couldn't die here! He had so much he still wanted to do. He wasn't ready to go! He'd only just started his life, by the Conclave he wasn't going to enter the Reaper's embrace!
Helplessly trapped within the night terrors, there was something he could hear behind the nightmare's din. Faint, yet familiar there was a voice he could barely make out. Was someone here? Desperate, he tried to shout to let them know where he was. Unable to see anything other than darkness it was his last ditch effort to get out. The sounds died in his throat, but he kept trying. Again, again, and again–the desire to live pushing against whatever was trying to force him silent. After working so hard to survive as a child with no friends or family, he wasn't going to give up. Being born of infernal blood, every day was a struggle against older children like him and hiding from adults who would otherwise kill him if they knew what he was. Doing everything short of murder, he fought hard to outsmart and outlive those who were bigger and stronger. He had no other choice. It was the only way he knew how.
'Somebody, please hear me! I'm here, I'm here!' The words came out as a stifled mutter, sound escaping his lips at last as his throat strained. The darkness was fading, he could hear movement and that familiar voice more clearly. Moans and shrieking wails echoed in his ears as he heard the voice shout back in defiance.
"Get out! I said–GET OUT! "
The words blasted through the room, shaking the entire tunnel with howling fury. The winds roared over the ghastly shrieks as the deity's presence forced the lesser undead against the walls. The heaviness over his entire body was weakening as whatever had paralyzed him was losing its grasp. His fingers were loosed, and his eyes were able to open. He saw her, eyes flashing and teeth grit in rage as the shadows around her were a maelstrom. Hordes of undead were broken and battered releasing the spirits they once housed while a single floating wraith remained. Its pale light was resisting against her, unwilling to give up on what sinister designs it had planned for them all. As it tried to rally more of its kind, a swarming mass of shadow came from her arm as she slammed it against the ground.
"You despicable wretch! Did you think you could try to kill us all and get away with it?" The wraith lord writhed and screeched under her grasp, but the shadowy hand's grasp held.
"I don't care who you or what you are–you try to take one of mine and you'll regret thinking it for all eternity. And for that, I'm going to personally send you on a one-way trip to Dalanesca!" Lifting the wraith high, the shadow-formed hand crushed it into smithereens of spectral energy. In its last moments, the phantom emitted a high pitched wail before its connection to the physical world was sundered. A bright wisp larger than the ones they had seen before shot out of the remains only to shrivel and shrink before it completely extinguished.