Descending from the swirling miasma came the Yellow King. Almost radiant in his decent even the hounds stopped their baying to look upon his majesty. Some of the remaining inhabitants converted to believed him to be their god coming to save them and fell to their knees immediately, but their prayers fell on deaf ears as he waved his staff and a wave of waking nightmares invaded their minds! People ran screaming, some ranned their heads into walls in a vain attempt to get the images out of their heads, leaving them easy prey as the hounds continued their attack. Some wondered at what had awakened. Where these beings came from and how to defend against them as a retaliation was organized, but alas their weapons were too slow and to weak to hurt these invaders.