He was back in the Nine Hells. Oblivion. The Void. He was in his own personal hell, orchestrated by the pit fiend Baalzematichu. Sent to this realm by the evil wizard Garumn the Mad, Hale had no choice but to fight. He was running, running from the devils, the dremora, the fiends. It was an eternal dark forest this time, the blackened trees specked with hellish fire instead of the pure green leaves of his Goddesses earthly realm. He knew that She could not help him now, no one could.
The malebranche appeared from the copse of trees to his right, stabbing his trident towards the Ranger's side. Seeing the attack, Hale twisted to his left, and at the same time turning his sword, Glamdrang, up and around his head, culminating in a downward chop that drove the hellish weapon into the ground. With a demonic growl, the war devil lashed out with a vicious left hook that caught the Druidic Ranger on the left shoulder, narrowly avoiding his throat. With a grunt of pain, the Ranger rolled with the punch, feigning greater injury than had really occurred, tumbling to the ground in an apparent chaotic heap. As the malebranche stepped over the Ranger, laughing in his apparent victory, Hale quickly spun up and shoved his demon-killing blade up into the devil's throat, punching out the back of his head. Pieces of dark-red skull and brain splattered over Hale as the very much-dead war devil fell over backwards, as the Ranger pulled out his blade.
With a sigh of relief, Hale stood up, thinking the current crisis at an end.
He was wrong.
A hellish screech echoed through the demonic night, and once again, Hale found himself running. Always running.
Hale awoke from the nightmare with a start, at the clashing of wood-on-steel. Looking around, he saw that many of the group had begun practicing with each other. Shaking his head, he kept hoping desperately that these nightmares would stop. No, not nightmares, thought the Ranger with a cold shudder. Memories.
Realizing that he had been out for more time than he had intended, Hale stood up and began pacing around the perimeter of the room. As he took note of the new faces that had entered since he had took his rest, Hale was astounded to see an all-to familiar (though not exactly welcome!) face.
"Arillious?! Oh, Gods, is that you?"