"I don't know," he murmurs, feeling a chill run down his spine. "I can't even answer if it's the same creature that hunted my men across the ice. Perhaps we caused this - myself, Jopson, Goodsir. Perhaps the beast dreams too."

Was it the same creature that he remains chained to even now?

He doesn't know what to do, but he can't rid himself from feeling the dread that settles into his stomach.

"It wanted us to see it, Strange."