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Now freed, the group quickly left the dilapidated house and rented a room at the Crow’s Roost. They deliberated and agreed to meet Jonny as soon as possible the following day, now realizing the growing danger that the Clocktower was becoming to the island and even the world itself. The room was dingy and cramp, certainly a step below their typical lodging at the Day Harbor. That night Faridoon was haunted by another terrible nightmare.
He had awoken deep in the night to the sound of a harsh voice calling his name. When he entered the hallway, he was suddenly struck by a vision. It was as if he were looking through the eyes of someone else, walking quickly down a long underground hallway, at the end of which he could hear young boisterous voices. He stops and sees his clawed hand raise and a voice from within say “Father, this had better be the end.” When he came too, he was still in the hallway, alone, the voice he heard coming from the next door down. As he opened the door he had another vision. Again, he could see through the eye of the clawed figure, but he was standing before Asb’el who was floating, shrouded in fire and smoke, in a large summoning circle, in a cavernous room from his previous dream. Seeing it from this side, he noticed it looked like the ancient ruins of some elaborate summoning room. He nods, as Asb’el voice booms out “So you understand? This is the last I ask of you. I will take your body, only for a moment, enough time cast the spell…” When his vision returns, he is standing in the empty room. Again, he hears the voice taunting from the next room down the hallway. When he walking through the final door Faridoon is struck by another vision: this time the seen is terrifying. He is back in the cavernous room, only this time through the eyes of a young boy. The half-fiend from his dream before stands before him, his hands out stretched. Asb’el is no longer in the circle. The half-fiends eye glow like burning embers. He look around panicked and the room is engulfed in fire, his friends burning alive and screaming. Fire bursts forth from the half-fiends hands and suddenly Faridoon awoke in a cold sweet.