Zane found the figure standing amidst a burnt courtyard, blue fire swirling all around it. He felt the whispers of each tongue of fire speak to him in a thousand different voices, all telling the same story.... But Zane could not hear any of it. The figure held a zombie in one of its massive extra arms coming from its lower back. It held it up in front of him as the burnt body of the undead tried reaching feebly for him, only to have the figure raise his left hand and fire a blast of superheated shrapnel through it. The shot was so powerful, it ripped the undead in half from its stomach, leaving only melted flesh at the seams. The massive arm threw the top half of the zombie away, landing at Zane's feet.