Working in the dungeon going over evil spells, necromancy and even twisted voodoo rituals. Once they saw what the empress might be facing, they prepared spells, potions, light orbs and a variety of fairy dust magic long into the night. By the time the empress had been almost ready to have world war three with the dark realm, It was after four in the morning. 

 "I hadn't noticed it was this late. we both need to go get some rest."  Amberosia informed her in a gentle tone.

Ralvania nodded, and headed out of the dungeon to go to bed and her apprentice did the same, heading to her servant quarters dragging her feet. 

Heading up the stairs to her main floor, then up to her bed chambers. The empress walked over to her small wooden cabinet,  she found a bottle and took a huge gulp of it. She knew if nothing else cyclops scotch would knock her out for  the night and most of the morning.

Fifteen minutes later she was fast asleep, but as the sun rose over Goblin's Hollow, the empress was fighting and running in her sleep. 

The nightmare was as vivid as could be. She could hear the screams, feel the heavy air as darkness had set into the castle. In the dream, a portal to the underworld had been unleashed in the castle. 

             Her favorite room for magical workings, she could see in bright orange flames. She saw not gremlins scaling the outer walls, but demons everywhere. Amberosia was in the castle screaming; being tortured by some unknown underworld beast. 

      Ralvania kept running, trying to get to the castle but couldn't as the ground surrounding her castle opened up and exploded all around her. 

                    Suddenly jerking awake sucking in as much air as her lungs would allow. Sitting there horrified and drenched in sweat looked around the room. She carefully checked under her bed like a little kid, half expecting to find a lower level demon under it.