Spoilers C3E90.
I... I worry about what we have brought into our city.
We call them Dreamers...
They give us a view into the world we could never reach.
Yet... I know of Nightmares.
And I fear we have brought them into the heart.
That the Volition cavorts and prods at something beyond our reckoning.
A Scion of the Storm, a tempest of herself, rose above the city a day before, but she is not alone.
Whispers of another, wearing her face, younger, yet a Scion all the same, but one defiant. Clawing back from the call of the Heart.
She walks hand in hand with a specter of pallid skin and dark shadow. Grasping claws, ever hungry. Emerald eyes, ever seeking.
Why do they clutch to each other so? How are they anchored, ships sinking or moored securely?
Then there are the others.
The Green Bearer is hardly taller than a Myceit, yet it carries bounties none have tasted before. Not a nightmare, you argue, but then I point to the corpses blooming with unfamiliar flowers torn asunder as if caught in the grasp of the storm.
She of Cloven Hoof and Cunning Smile, hiding amongst our beasts, whispering clever lies, another of the Sleeper's, yet I hear at her Core she is Fire. Barely tamed, ever eager.
The Earthern One, a shifting mass of stone and chaos. An old soul, older by far than most can comprehend. A broken mind, yet drawing from it potential unburdened.
The Shined Metal, his touch brings a warmth alien to all we have ever known, and yet beneath the surface is a darkness just as deep as any of the others.
And then there is the Beast. Under the guise of an elderly dreamer lurks a demon of Catha, surely. Snapping jaws, flaming claws, scythe rising to reap that which we can not give.
The Volition cavorts with monsters.
But monsters lurk at the side of the Willmind and have for some time.
So, perchance, as the saying goes, you need fire to fight fire.
(Inspired by the random thought that the Bells Hells really are just a bunch of Cryptids at this point.)