In the dark cavern, deep in the mountains, Firnaraee screamed at its captor. Something invisible kept it from escaping the cave. Again and again it had tried in vain to break free – for now at least. Yet there were plenty of Orc corpses to feed on. Firnaraee was not stupid and it was well aware of something powerful holding it back now that it had not yet gained back its full strength. It might take days or years, but such a wait was nothing for it after being imprisoned for a millennium and having existed nearly since the beginning of time. Whatever time it took, it would be soon enough that it would feed on destruction and grow immense again. It would never succumb to anything anymore – never.
It already managed to hold a material form for fleeing moments; not long enough to break free of the barrier, but long enough to transcend it for a second or two. It meant a quick death to a passing mountain goat, or any other creature treading the slopes in the vicinity. And it had also drawn in much information of the outside world. The world had changed since it had breathed air the last time. Firnaraee stood and sucked in thoughts, feelings…smells and emotions like invisible particles caught in the winds caressing the mountains. So it stood and learned about the world it was again about to enter. The wheel had moved. There would be much to destroy, and it felt good.