*Images of skulls and creatures of nightmarish origins faded into sight, weaving, dancing, sliding into sight, in front of his face. The Eel, now with rigid plated skin, seemed unfazed by the horrors in Blade's vision. As the waters rolled, and objects rippled, rocks twisted together. And through it all, his mind grew hazy, as the ability to think was lost to him. The darkness of sleep was claiming him, as the burning eyes of the eel, it's now very demonic face, slipped into slight, hissing at him with ferocity. A white light was all that could be seen in the distance, where the alter had been, with a shadow looming over it, the whispers of a thousand voices in his head once more.*