He Who Once Rocked

• Unevolved

  5

  5

  Storm.
  Ward.
  Last Words: Reanimate (8).

  Once I slept below the turf. Now I rock out on stage. Lucky I spent my time in the bowels of hades though, 'cause now my riffs are metal as hell. Rise, my dead heads. Get out of your dirt beds. 'Cause I've got a banging new song for you: "Undead Riot."

• Evolved

  7

  7

  (Same as the unevolved form.)

  The baku crawls into the space between life and death, snuffling for dreams to eat. It hears a soul-rousing note—the song of the dead, pulsing with life. The creature squeezes its eyes shut and laments, "Back to sleeep." Thus the struggle between silence and sound begins.