A bright light flared as the elites of Kariot stepped through the swirling portal. Their visions were overwhelmed in an instant, but neither their king nor his warriors faltered.
As a world, they'd been through hell and back together. Survived the dangers of the lower plane, braving through the Virelenna and eventually emerging victorious.
They had gone through the ascension process with their heads held high.
As with all ascending worlds, they'd been warned about the dangers of the middle plane. They knew their journey was just starting. But together, they were willing to see it through.
They had trained. They had prepared. They had been ready for whatever challenges the middle plane would bring.
But none of them could have imagined that they would never even reach the middle planes. That their journey would be cut short by a surprise attack from a bunch of random people donned in thick fur coats and desperate eyes.
