Time: 2:19 am
Place: Judean desert, south of Jordan
Background music: "Overburdened" by Disturbed, "Master of Puppets" by Metallica, "Blood Brothers" by Iron Maiden
A strange man walks through the desert, shielding against the winds with a thin hood and cloak made of torn cloth. He leaps to the top of another rocky hill, making the mighty hillside look like little more than a step on a stairway.
On the plateau, the man took his hood from its perch, revealing a face with glowing red eyes. Indeed the Russian, Warsman remembered from long ago that a strange creature had nearly killed him, severing his brain-matter with a thrown sword. He couldn't remember the face nor the name of such a creature, yet the thought of such a someone filled him with anger and rage. Crouching to a knee, Warsman raised a fist and plowed it into the gigantic rock, making it shatter into pieces.
Standing on a nearby hill of sand, Warsman admired his work, watching the plateau crumble into rubble. Teleporting again to a cliff, Warsman kept his eyes open for the one he had felt earlier. It was a familiar presence, yet it was concealed extremely well. It had followed him ever since he had left Spain, with a familiar scent of hatred and death about it. The Russian's eyes darted alert as his brain confirmed his hypothesis.