Kain is walking amongst a wretched town with both wooden shacks and cracked brick buildings.  It is built alongside the edge of a drop-off, pushing most of the living quarters to the right of the path.  Those that walk around seem to be sickly, yet they are capable of walking around and working as normal.  As Kain walks down the town road, no one pays him any attention.

Kain: (Thinking) “What a wretched city Steinchenchroe was.  They are so plagued with death at all sides that not even my divine form instilled fear into them any more.  The air smelled of corpses, but it came from the winds beyond the town.  It is no wonder why they shambled about as if their lives meant nothing.  It was simply a waiting period before their cadavers were unearthed and forced to work once more.  Luckily, my weaker lineage did not associate with the living.  They created an underground fortress deep within the Skinner’s Necropolis.  Melchiah’s chambers were the lowest, but I imagine none would dare invade their progenitor’s throne.  These grave robbers were more than aware of the rage the dead can carry.  Though I knew he was no more, there was always a chance for return.  If Raziel could, then why not his brethren?”

            The town is not much more than a feeding ground, though certain townspeople have conversations within their households.  Some speak of how their relatives have been seen building temples, others swear that they hear whispers from the hills.  One in particular will speak of how Lord Gedaliah works deep within the mountains and uses ghosts as power sources.  Their relative will dismiss them, but it is absolutely true.
Passing by the town, the gates to Skinner’s Necropolis are bent and rusted open.  In the distance a mural of Melchiah can be seen with zombie mourners kneeling before it.  Before then, there are Melchahim vampires to fight.  Past them, the undead mourners all attack at Kain, some having the ability to hold onto Kain with their mouths as he moves around.  After they are destroyed, Kain finds that the doorways are mystically shut as they grow a pale green.  The player must toggle around and see that there are two pillars next to Melchiah’s mural.  Lifting both causes them to crash through the mural, allowing passage into the Necropolis.  Through this breach, Kain sees that on the other side there are two wraiths with translucent chains connected to glyphs on the doors.  They will attack if Kain gets close enough, but the doors will unlock once destroyed.

Kain: (Thinking) “So, Melchiah had finally crossed the Spectral Barrier and learned how to enslave wraiths.  Even more, he knew how to bind them using powerful glyphs, siphoning their energies for powering his tools.  Impressive.  Perhaps he was worthy of my army after all.  I was sure that I’d see more examples of his newly found arts further inside.”

            The hallway past the two doors declines to a wide mausoleum with walls littered with hundreds of dead bodies.  Upon inspection, those bodies come alive and charge to attack Kain as before.  Only after so many zombies are destroyed on the North wall does the floor fall in and reveal a room underneath.  This next room will be fitted with many rusted wheels, somewhat resembling the inner workings of an ancient clock tower.  In the middle will be two large sideways gears with a lever sticking out of the floor nearby.  Pulling the lever will move the wheels, but nothing will happen.  On the ceiling there are four large brass pipes each leading to another room.  In each room there will be a similar yet smaller replica of the two gears in the main room.  The difference will be that there are glyphs upon the intersection of the wheels, each holding a ghost.  After destroying the ghosts, the glyphs will still glow.  After moving the wheels with the lever, an areal view will show in what place the glyphs needs to be.  If the player takes too long, the ghost will reappear.  The rooms will have a random amount of ghosts to destroy, and different levers connected to different midsections, making the puzzle more difficult to solve.
Once the subrooms are solved, the glyphs power the brass pipes overhead, empowering the two wheels in the main room.  Although there is only one lever, the trick will be to kill every ghost and turn the wheels before the ghosts come back.  Upon completion, the gears will move all the gears in the wall, floor, and ceiling.  A doorway will open between the gears, revealing a small twisted staircase leading down to Gedaliah’s study.
The room is a vast library, a subterranean hideaway, and a alchemic lab in one.  The walls have hundreds of books placed in dug out shelves, the ceiling has a dome glowing with an odd green mist, and Gedaliah, across from Kain, is operating on a corpse as ectoplasm flows from his hands.  He wears a tattered cloak stitched with glyphs, wears bracelets and a necklace of human bone, and is bare chest.  He turns around to reveal his fleshless face with two burning lights within the eyeholes.

Gedaliah: “Kain!  For all these years your legacy has wondered about your fate, and now you stand before me.  For what reason do you honor me so?”

Kain: “For the reason that I have returned to rule my minions once more.”

Gedaliah: “You will find that we are able to rule ourselves.  We have done so since your disappearance.”

Kain: “This is not a request, but a command.  You once served me through your master Melchiah.  What difference should it make whether you hear my words through his lips or mine?  You should be grateful that I do not execute you for speaking as a traitor.”

Gedaliah: “I speak not only for me.  Melchiah was a very wise and powerful lord, and his desires were of a respectable path.  Now he is no more, and the Melchahim praise him.  You were but a distant tyrant, overthrown by a vengeful wraith.  When you were thought to be no more, so was our allegiance to you.”

Kain: “Am I to understand that you wish to challenge my right to rule.”

Gedaliah: “You never had the right.  Those who needed your guidance no longer matter.  I thank you for giving me the chance to destroy you.  I will enjoy owning your soul very much.”

Kain: “Then come and know my wraith, child.”

Gedaliah’s initial attacks involve projecting balls of harmful, green ectoplasm at Kain, but they are easily avoidable.  When Kain nears and attacks Gedaliah, Gedaliah draws power from the dome on the roof and creates ectoplams waves that Kain can jump over.  After Gedaliah loses half his life, he begins to pull spirits by conjuring glyphs that circle him.  These glyphs must be destroyed before Kain can attack him again.  After the battle, they speak.

Kain: “I hope the other Cornels are as talented as you, but not as foolish.”

Gedaliah: “You will fail.  There is no place for you in Nosgoth?  You are nothing!”

Kain: “On the contrary,” (sticks the Soul Reaver into Gedaliah’s chest), “you are nothing.”
Gedaliah screams in agony as his soul is pulled into the Soul Reaver, causing the room to quake in his destruction.  When it is finished, Kain pulls out the blade by kicking Gedaliah off of it.

Kain: (Thinking) “It was a little disheartening that my first candidate refused my offer.  Had Gedaliah been right in saying that I had no place here?  Would all my Cornels choose death rather than join me?  If so, then it mattered little.  It would only prove the faulty foresight of Dumuzi, and empower my blade.”

            As Kain moves to leave, ectoplasm surrounds Gedaliah’s body and lifts it into the air. 

Kain: (Thinking) “I would learn exactly how precise that statuesque lizard’s foresight was.”

            The energies swarm around Gedaliah’s body, pulling souls through the orb above, turning its wheels.  After a few explosions of energy, the floor cracks open and violently throws Kain against the wall.  Trying to shield  his eyes from the bright spectacle, he can see ghostly eyed-tentacles of the Elder God swarm around Gedaliah’s corpse and sink into it.  Kain wearily walks back towards Gedaliah, who is flexing his limbs.

Kain: “What sort of trickery is this?”

E-Gedaliah: (Multi-voiced) “No trickery this time Kain.  This is not an illusion or some form of misguided magic.  It is the birth of a God into the realm of Nosgoth.  You are the solitary witness to the beginning of a Golden Era.  One in which my power can no longer be denied by those who blind themselves to my supremacy.”

Kain: (Thinking) “I knew the origin of those voices.  There was only one being in existence I knew to be so drunk upon its own magnificence.  Dumuzi was a curious being indeed to send me on a mission to materialize his enemy…or his master?  Was I the pawn on the Wheel of Fate’s gameboard again?  Could I not do anything to defy this false god?”

E-Gedaliah: (Laughs) “Do not feel so foolish, Kain.  You were given no warning, no signs of this scheme of mine.  Even the enigmatic Duzumi does not see all of my moves.”

Kain: “You know he’d sent me to provide you a vessel?”

E-Gedaliah: “Kain, have you not learned yet that there is nothing I do not know?  Nothing that is beyond my all-seeing eye?”

Kain: “You did not see Raziel’s final act of defiance.”

E-Gedaliah: “Didn’t I?  Whatever the consequence of his sacrifice could not forbid my arrival to this realm.  This body is adequate for my immediate needs, but my powers will soon grow beyond it.  For now…”

            E-Gedaliah flings a tentacle at Kain, but the Soul Reaver prevents it from harming Kain.

E-Gedaliah: (Screams in pain) “I might not be to full power yet, but the Soul Reaver alone is not enough to destroy me, and neither are you!”

            A large flash of ectoplasm erupts, expelling Kain so far that he lands in the middle of Steinchenchroe.  Bloodied Kain slowly arises and watches as ectoplasm shots up onto the sky and warps it into a funnel with E-Gedaliah in the middle.  For this sight, even the townspeople look up and take notice.

Kain: (Thinking) “So I had finally driven the Wheel of Fate out of hiding, but aided it in the process.  That pitiful excuse for a divinity Dumuzi had fooled me into resurrecting my dire nemesis.  Not only had the Elder God obtained a material body, but his powers had increased indefinitely.  I assumed that if not for the Soul Reaver, I would have been It’s first victim.  Ironically, my sword had been diminished into nothing but a shield against It.  My only known weapon against the Wheel of Fate would be useless if I could not even get close to my target.  No matter, perhaps Dumuzi would advise me once more, before I cut out his deceiving tongue.”