Fein woke up in the morning, feeling a sense of unease in his gut. He got up and walked to the window, pulling back the curtains to see the sky had turned a deep shade of purple. As he stood there, he noticed something strange happening in the distance. Portals began to appear all over the continent, and hordes of monsters poured out from them, signaling the start of the sleeping apocalypse.
As the portals appeared in the sky once again, Fein knew what was coming. The hordes of monsters pouring out from the portals were more organized this time, and their ranks were higher. However, the humanity had been preparing for this moment for years, and their efforts paid off. Fein stood atop the highest tower of his castle, surveying the battlefield with his hawk-like eyes.