Hellfire in chains

Neth 7, 4719 - Inagra Ironbeater's Quarters

Once more you find yourself floating in the darkening void that exists between the waking and dreaming world. As always, the citadel is far beneath you, the illumination of a great fire burning somewhere deep in its depths. You trace a path of fire westward, watching as it burns away the darkness, revealing a massive city perched at the edge of the sea. There, the fire roars and burns, threatening to raze the city to the ground.

Yet all is not lost. As you stare, wicked looking men and women leap out from hiding, their forms wrapped in blood-soaked chains. As they lurch forward, you watch as they drag multitudes of screaming victims bound tightly in those very same chains. As one, the blood-soaked figures hurl manacles into the fire, shouting and roaring in triumph as they bind the fire into their service. They are victorious.

However, rather than halting the wildfire, they whip at it and urge it onward. The deadly flames reach higher than ever before, consuming everything in its path. The bloodied chained figures and their prisoners are burnt to nothing but cinders that float skyward toward you. The cremated remains whirl about you in a dizzying torrent before reshaping themselves into words:

“There are no allies in this war,” they read. You awake, covered in a thin veil of ash.