A small cadre of knights remain, huddled near the standard. Among them is a warrior you could never mistake, it is Lord Hieroneous himself! With tired eyes he beckons you forward, and as you approach you can see that he has received a grevious wound, from which even he might not recover.
His voice, once strong, is thin and reedy, now. He nods to the warrior who supports him, (whom you now recognize as his foster-brother, Pholtus) and the God of Light gestures towards the sky, and the sun, though hidden by clouds, can be seen to stop in it's track, and then reverses itself. "Behold what might come to pass, so that you may lend your aid against it!"
Overhead, the sun sinks back to the dawn, and the thinnest waxing crescents of the moon can be seen rising in the west. As the next sunset breaks, and closes in dawn, you can see (though you don't know how) both moons overhead though they are new, and as one eclipses the other in blackness, a bright spark can be seen around them. A triumphant shout can be heard issuing from the rent in the Oerth, and night demons can be seen streaming backwards into it in reverse motion.
Day and night recess rapidly then, and your perspective shifts; too rapidly to consider the sequence of events. One moment, you see a battle of three armies in the Horned Lands, striving for a prize you cannot see; the next you see an oily blackness rise up in a trough and offer a glowing gem to a man in rich silks. You see your father conversing with a blue-skinned man, who smiles and stabs him in the gut, laughing. A woman prys a glowing stone from it's cradle of rock, only to be stabbed in the back by what seems to be a dragon's tooth in the form of a sword. All these images swirl together, until at last you awake, sweat-soaked and breathless, to the first light of dawn...