Zebulun found himself at the foot of a small hill in a verdant valley. Atop the hill sat a mighty oak surrounded by piles of stones that were once a temple. Moss and grass covered the stone steps. Zebulun ascended.
Before he could reach the summit, the oak burst into blue-white flame. Zebulun gazed into it. Ur was in the flame, and the flame was Ur. Zebulun bowed.
A voice spoke from the fire. "I am Ur. You have slain the vile murderer of children. You have done well."
"Seek the dragon Amalek."
Within the flames, Zebulun saw an image of a great and powerful dragon emperor. His scales were so black they seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it.
Said Ur, "He is a creature of great power. He will be your greatest ally. Find him in the mountains to the south and west."
Zebulun saw the image of a mountain. It had two peaks, the higher peak topped with a flat ridge of bare rock jutting into the sky.
Zebulun bowed. "I’ll leave tomorrow."