This story takes place after Onslaught but before the Twelve.

 

Prologue

 

The barriers have weakened and the dark is stirring. Something stirs, the Guardian watches carefully but does not act. His job is to ensure their survival at any cost, though they weren’t in danger at the moment, he just watched. If releasing the beast saved them, then so be it. Guardian looked up suddenly as the leakage from the nightmares hit the battlefield. The shielding was of the best but the mirror couldn’t hide from the pain, the agony, and the knowledge. Guardian readied himself for a long night.

 

On the other side of the barrier, a figure with glowing red eyes watched but did not move. It was surrounded by two others, hidden in the darkness.  It’s time.