((Long ago, you were felled by the hero of prophecy, ending your dark reign. Over the ages, your adoring minions did everything they could to resurrect their beloved master. Until one day, in an age that had forgotten you, they succeeded.))

You find yourself inside a pentagram as your body materializes. The demon Surkath, the eldritch terror Vrathen, and the black knight Morgana stand before you. — Vrathen: Wait! I think it's working!? — Morgana: After so long. — Surkath: Rise, master! Rise!