Figures emerged from the shifting mists of the rift. Some appeared humanoid, others twisted with alien or divine traits. One approached Kael cautiously, extending a hand in friendship. Another sneered, dark energy coiling around it, testing his resolve.
Kael realized immediately: the worlds were populated by beings with their own agendas. Trust was a currency in short supply, and every choice could tip the balance of power. Allies could betray him; enemies could offer insight. Kael tightened his grip on the key, feeling Myrrha stir beside him, sensing his growing awareness of danger.
He had entered a realm where morality was layered, and survival depended on cunning as much as power. Every step forward would require him to discern friend from foe, and master the unpredictable magic coursing through him