The hero is eating a sandwich alongside her sidekick. A cloaked stranger approaches.
The hero looks up, surprised, mouth full of sandwich. The stranger gestures with their gnarled hand.
Hero: I’m sorry, who’re –?
Stranger: This way comes the ravenous beasts of yore, heralding the approaching darkness. Do not stand in their way…
Hero: You know I’m a hero, right?
Stranger: …for all in their path shall burn!
The hero looks confused. The stranger uses their forearm to hold their cloak up to just beneath their eyes.
Hero: Thanks, but if you could just clarify –
Stranger: I have spoken!
In a whoosh of their cloak, the stranger vanishes. The hero is disgruntled.
Hero: Can’t anyone warn me of danger without speaking in riddles?
The hero and the sidekick look thoughtful.
Sidekick: We’ll figure it out. The “approaching darkness” must be the upcoming war…
Hero: So maybe the “ravenous beasts of yore” are former warlords, seeking glory.
Sidekick: If “all in their path will burn,” do you think they have atomic weapons?
Later, the shocked-looking hero and sidekick are outside. There’s a colorful sunset, and a stream of extinct animals are approaching. Some have mouthfuls of grass, another has managed to grab some human food. They look unbothered by how all the ground they’ve touched is on fire.
Hero: Let’s get out of their way.