I have walked for years, decades, time seems to lose meaning and the corpse are in my dreams, in my hallucinations, I can hear and see them, hallucinations because that is what the common folk like to call it. I place too much faith in the folklore, in the myths, in the fables when the dark arts is simply a name. A name is not something to be feared, to be damned. I will give them life once again. And Hal goes to the fortress when the flames once burned. Specters appears, wisp, smoke, fog and then they materialize from other planes, those who were gone no longer … …