Next image is of a wide ship sailing in a storm towards a very mountainous and steep island.  Due to a storm, not much of it can be seen other than its silhouette.  Kain is covered in a shabby leather cloak, standing beside the captain at the wheel.

Captain: (Shouting) “There’s no way to port in this weather!  I’ll keep us safe till the storm clears out!”
Kain calmly walks up behind the captain and grabs him by the throat.

Kain: “Keep going.”

As the ship nears, it shakes as it hits the rocks at a high speed, until finally crashing against the shore.  The ship is wrecked, and most of the crew is dead.  It is here where the game begins.  Kain is aboard the ship and within a jumping distance to the shore.  Jumping too short or in the wrong direction burns Kain’s feet, and he says…

Kain: “Though my aged skin and this cloak could shield me against the rain, I was still weakened by standing bodies of water.”

            The beach quickly narrows down into the mouth of a cave where Kain immediately throws off the cloak.  Going back into the rain hurts as normal.  Inside, the walls are covered in Sumerian script that is almost entirely weathered away.  Then Kain hears a voice and sees an islander place a torch on the wall.  The islander sees Kain and rushes after him.  Kain fights the islander with messages appearing to the player informing them about attack moves (High and Low hits).  Once the islander is dead, the player is told how to ‘feed’, and Kain speaks.

Kain: “Though I’ve tasted the blood of many different humans, it always tasted much sweeter after combat.”

            Onwards, there are a few more islanders along with more writing till a cavern is reached.  There are many different levels of rock, and the floor is covered in mist.  The player can practice killing foes in mist form (on which they are again informed on how to do so).  After so many kills, the remaining islanders are alarmed, revealing a much larger version of Islander to the rescue.  To kill this one, the ‘block’ action is needed.  After they are all dead, Kain speaks as he looks around.

Kain: “The unusual writings were unmistakably identical to those that I saw through the time warp.  It seemed I was at least on the right path.”

            The cave continues with a few more islanders to kill, also forcing Kain to (use the ‘action’ button) open doors, move blocks, and use ‘glide’ in order to reach the lowest room in the cavern.  It is there that Dumuzi is revealed.  He is a statuesque wyvern of 30ft in height, sitting on a throne/bench and surrounded by a disheveled shrine.

Kain: (Thinking) “So this was the God of Rebirth I had learned of.  Though his appearance was unique, it was not intimidating in the least.  Its skin looked reptilian, calcified by centuries of immobility, and sported a knitted beard.  It wore no armor, no crown, and not one single weapon.  So far Dumuzi seemed like a peaceful being with the exception of its fangs and claws.  A disappointment indeed.”

            The ground shakes and rocks fall off of Dumuzi as he speaks in echoed whispers.

Dumuzi: “It is I who am disappointed in you, Kain.  I did not expect to sense your presence till years from now.  Oh well, bending Fate to one’s will changes everyone’s destiny.  Don’t you agree?”

            Dumuzi chuckles as the room shakes again and even more rocks fall off of its wings.

Kain: “A mind reader?  Then perhaps you already know the reason why I am here?”

Dumuzi: “Of course I do.  I have been waiting eons for you.  The undead Balance Guardian who views himself as the savior of Nosgoth.  Shouldn’t the experience of the Soul Reaver have stripped you of such proclamations?  You will have to be humbled before our destinies can reach their conclusions.”

Kain: “You dare to challenge me?  What makes you believe those stony appendages of yours will move fast enough before I clip them off?”

Dumuzi: “Because I would not need them if I wished you dead.”

            Dumuzi’s eyes glow red and strike Kain with a fiery beam.  It knocks Kain back a few feet, just inches away from a bottomless cataclysm.

Dumuzi: “Now since you have come to me for aid, I suggest that you realize exactly how insignificant you are when compared to a God.”

Kain: “Are you an equal to the Wheel of Fate?  Doubtful since you, a False God, waits till my arrival seeking to kill another False God.”

Dumuzi: (Laughs) “Indeed, we are both False Gods.  However, I am not as false as the Wheel of Fate.”

Kain: (Thinking) “Clearly not, for the Wheel of Fate would never show doubt in its omnipotence.”

Dumuzi: “We have a similar enemy, Kain.  You hate it for your reasons, and I do so for mine.  Does it matter why I choose to help you?”

Kain: “No.  It does not.  Whatever you are, I can surely kill you after I kill the Wheel of Fate, if it’s necessary.”

Dumuzi: “Good.  Now that we have trust, my words will not fall upon deaf ears.  The Wheel of Fate is no easy prey.  It is immaterial, infinitely powerful in its own realm, and mindful of all but the very present.  To defeat it, you will need much more than the Soul Reaver.  You will need an army.”

Kain: “Then hand it over, though I’ve never commanded stalactites and starving natives into battle before.  Unless you have something else in mind.”

Dumuzi: (Laughs) “I have no army to give, but you have one to reclaim.  Before their deaths, your children were also your Generals.  Through them you conducted your war affairs, and their children conquered Nosgoth for you to rule.  Now that your Generals are dead and gone, your grandchildren are reckless, losing pieces of the vampire empire in the process.”

Kain: “You think I care to lose such a decrepit kingdom?  My line is more than welcome to the rotting corpse of Nosgoth.”

Dumuzi: “They are your responsibility, and yours to command.  Find the General’s children, their Coronels if you will, and charge them into a war that will decide the fate of this world.”

Kain: “I did not trust my General’s tastes of those worthy of vampirism, and I do not wish for pitiful usurpers to share my presence.”

Dumuzi: “You will find no one else willing or numerous enough to help you.  They are your army, Kain.  Rule over your empire with dignity.”

Kain: “And if they decide not to follow my orders, what then?  Kill them all?”

Dumuzi: (Laughs) “Not all of them.  Those that will obey will be adequate enough to defeat the Wheel of Fate.  Cleave through those too poisoned with rebellion, and command the survivors.   Your first candidate is of Melchiah.”

            A ripple in the air forms in a circle at Dumuzi’s left side.  Through it can be seen Gedaliah manipulating spirits of the dead for dark incantations.

Dumuzi: “Gedaliah commands the majority of the Melchahim, and his loyalty would be a great asset.”

Kain: “A Coronel of my weakest child?  I guess it’s fitting that I start at the lowest of soldiers.”

            That ripple disappears and another forms at Dumuzi’s right side.  It is of the Forbidden Island’s beach, and another ship is arriving.

Dumuzi: “This portal will pull you into the future a hundred years.  Board this ship and sail back across the Lake of Tears.”

Kain: “And lose a century?”

Dumuzi: (laughs) “It is the next ship to arrive that is capable of leaving.  I suggest you take it, unless you think my lowly subjects have it in their power to send you any earlier.”

Kain: (Thinks) “Travel through time again?  And on the whim of another False God?  Had I any evidence of finding the Wheel of Fate myself, I would have sacrificed Dumuzi to my own glory.  However, I had none.  This was the last and only chance to take.  No matter how faulty it might have been, it could not have possibly compared to my past mistakes.  Or so I thought.”

            Kain enters through the portal and arrives at the beach.  He walks up to a group of lost sailors pulling a small boat ashore, then offers them gold coins to board their ship.