[Third World.]
Lamashtu, Marriott, and the Skeleton King materialized in a desolate, open space filled with nothing but shifting black soil. The ground beneath their boots hissed faintly, radiating a volatile corruption that corroded any common organic matter on contact.
"Where exactly is this?" The Skeleton King asked, its jawbone clicking as it stared at the violently shifting space warping before it, where reality seemed to bend like warped glass.
"My Lord, this specific region here is the ancient dimensional barrier connecting the second world and the Third World." Lamashtu answered respectfully, keeping her posture lowered to avoid offending the undead monarch.
The Skeleton stepped closer towards the shifting space, its hollow eye sockets flaring with red soul-fire. It frowned as a small, jagged spatial hole violently tore open directly before them.
