Looking towards the horizon, the noaidi had a vision of times past; a black beach, a black feline, an unnamed black liquid permeating lips, and lungs and hearts. The mountain the noaidi stood on, now hollow and without protectors, was previously a lush site of timber and trade, prior to it being afflicted with the dark disease. The starless night was a sign of the insatiable desire of war, power, and capital, for which the noaidi had yet to find a cure.