the wraith laughed, and the world around Misha seemed to fade and melt away into a world wear every where was screams and panic, ghouls ran like packs after souls, banshees screaming around others, wraiths dismembering specific souls, this was truly a domain of fear

a voice flowed through the air that would send chills down creatures spine "Come Forth Misha, to the Citadel"

The wraith that brought Misha here pointed to a large evil citadel in the mess of all the screams "He's waiting for you, follow me mortal" the wraith began to float to the citadel