The dense fog that covered Rebena would, as time went on, inspire a feeling of dread within all who dared to enter its confines, and of those who already had, perhaps it was already kicking in. The ancient city seemed almost to stir at the introduction of new life, of new prey to feed upon… 

The party had entered through a ruined wall before they split into the three groups they were currently in, and through completely unknown means, they had each been moved to a separate sector each, or at least, at the entrance to one of the sectors. 

Samuel, Night and Rook would soon find themselves stood in front of a great wall, completely black, with a massive foreboding gate blocking their entry into the next room. Though the mist engulfed the three of them and wove its spell of terror on them, that sensation was nothing before that which they would experience looking at the gate that blocked their path. Samuel in particular would feel dread unlike anything he had experienced before in his life - the sensation just from looking at the gate would be worse than anything he had experienced in the Destruction of Toran, and as he continued to stare at it he would notice pale yellow eyes staring back at him. First from the left, in the periphery of his sight, and then from his right, just beyond his range of focus. Before long, he would see more pairs of eyes glimpsing out at him. Before he could move, or even register a cry for help, he would find himself alone in the mist with neither Rook nor Night there to console him as a massive Yata-Garasu flew directly at him, cawing loudly as it did so, before it was joined by another, and another, and another until his entire vision was filled with the flurry of black feathers and bloodcurdling caws that become more and more like human speech as the onslaught continued.

“Death is all that awaits you here.”

“Toran was your fault. You should have stopped them.”

“You’re no better than Galven.”

“You couldn’t beat Takai. You will never beat Takai. You should have died there that day.”

And then it was over, and he would find himself exactly where he was earlier, staring at the gate as he had been for the past few moments. Whatever his reaction to the ordeal, it would likely not be something he could keep to himself for long.