All is quiet in the tunnels of a unfamilier island. Suddenly, a ball of trouble pops out of the ground, and stares around. It stands there, in a defensive position, ready to fight. But the creature, a Nuhvok, is fruitless. There is nobody to deprive him of his anxeity from his fearful past, and nobody to feed his flame either. And he realizes... He could think his own thoughts... No thought-stealing... And this, along with the fact he was alone... It meant... I am free of the krana... thought the Nuhvok. But, at what price? There's only one force that can do that... he thought to himself.