Again.

BANG
 
The noise rings out
 
BANG
 
The familiar noise
 
BANG
 
The comforting noise.
 
Accompanied by the scent of acrid burning flames. Oil. Steel. Coal.
 
BANG. The pain shatters your perception and false reverie as the Nightmare Shepherd tears your armour from your chest with a raking claw, a white hot burning mixed with the sharp and sickly needles of pain forced by the sudden necrosis.
 
BANG. It strikes at you with it's staff. Your mind strains and screams against the thousands of voices you hear when it makes contact. The Suffering. Endless suffering.
 
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Venator take a step forward, moving from his duty to help Eversong.
 
Through the searing pain your world starts to fade, and in his eyes for but a moment you see a flicker of something more. Something further away.
 
Mother.
 
Your world seems to break for but a moment, all your senses overloaded and strained beyond their limits, the pain expanding from your chest and mind threatening to-
 
 
Darkness. Nothingness.
 
 
No pain now. No sight. No touch nor smell.
 
 
"It is not yet your time Xerrakir. Learn from this."
 
 
Again.
 
 
BANG
 
The noise rings out
 
BANG
 
The familiar noise
 
BANG
 
The comforting noise.