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Zadyn's eyes were blinded by a glow as he found himself being moved by a force far beyond his own power. His ears rang as the sensation intensified until his vision returned to him. He was stood on a great stone pedestal inscribed with intricate markings in a void of swirling crimson energy back-dropped by blackness. There was no sound in this pocket. He took in the surroundings and smirked before taking a step forwards. The sound of his polished shoe touching the stone echoed, how interesting. He smirked before a similar ringing sound behind him started. He turned around and watched as several other glowing lights started to appear and slowly take form into humanoid shapes.

Sophie landed with a flash of light, her trinkets and handles jingling as she looked around. The stone beneath her feet was cold. Her eyes alighted on Zadyn and Gigginox and she stepped down, confused. Where was she? Where was Gadrick?

His eyes dazzled by the brief glow, he landed softly on a slab of stone and took a breath before looking up at the strangers and bizarre location. Xhort stood up slowly, albeit slightly hunched and stepped down off of the pedestal onto the chunk of floating ground in this strange void. "Hmm." He thought aloud as he surveyed the surroundings. A man sharply dressed in front of himself and the other strangers met them with a smile, his hands in his pockets. What an interesting group of individuals stood before him. 

Zadyn watched the last light materialise and gave a brief, almost too friendly smile to the strangers. The ground below them seemed to shake suddenly, growing more and more violent. The rumbling echoed through the pocket of energy as an enormous clawed hand rose up from below, in front of the earth. It curled into a fist and came down, smashing into the ground at the edge and causing the shaking to almost cause Zadyn to stumble. A gust of wind blew a small cloud of dust in their direction as a second fist came down at the other side of the chunk. Slowly, a gargantuan, horned head bearing a sharply-toothed maw and piercing red eyes rose as the being hoisted itself up, slowly coming to its height before the group. Visible from the waist up, the creature had a pair of long, almost sharp wings and a second set of arms which it folded in front of itself whilst the first pair held onto the ground. The energy around the small crowd seemed to grow more intense and turn into static electricity, dancing around the otherwise black void.

The being took a deep breath which seemed to reverberate before speaking, "As ordained, the chosen stand before me, Kahn, master of all that defies order." His voice was surprisingly human despite his form, well spoken and deep. Almost noble - but with a booming echo. 

Kahn leaned in slightly to observe Gigginox, "You are envoys. Chosen to aid my cause in a conflict against my brother. You are my means of tipping the scales. Jaarus must be bested, lest his oppressive nature strips all life of its volition."

Gigginox raised a brow, but stepped back a bit and looked at the new speaker. Her questions were valid ones.

"Yes." Kahn said turning his gaze to Sophie, "Jaarus has his own champions who would stand in your way. You must defeat them. Both Jaarus and I have a crystal that sleeps within this world - holding a large portion of our idle power. If you destroy one, the respective God shall be bested. You may weaken the crystal to a vulnerable state by felling Jaarus' minions."

Xhort cleared his throat, hunched with his arms behind his back, "Ah, but oh mighty deity - under what grounds do you trust us all to carry out your bidding?" Zadyn glanced at Xhort when he said this and his lip briefly curled. Kahn's eyes looked to Xhort as he leaned back up to his full height, "If you can bring me victory - I can send you back to whence you came - but more so." The dark powers of chaos started to zap and charge themselves around him, "I can give you power... unimaginable. Power to set your own fates on a course tailored to your desire." Xhort chuckled, "A convincing offer. Perhaps you may have my assistance after all."

"Very well. Now comes the time where you shall awaken. Go forth, my chosen - and quell the fury of Jaarus' entrapment. He will show you no grace nor mercy." Kahn announced as his lower pair of arms unfolded and clenched into fists, channeling energy that seemed to disrupt the plane they were in. A pillar of flames blasted down upon the group from above - albeit harmlessly - and with a bright flash, the group found themselves being moved once more, and upon regaining their senses were stood in the centre of a courtyard in a city.

The skies were tinged red and choked with deep smoggy clouds. Various aircraft seemed to fly overhead and towering skyscrapers shot up into the air, almost piercing the dark clouds. The citizens here seemed... different. Mixtures of blackened and grey flesh and the occasional individual with small marks on their forehead - almost like tiny horns. They were dressed rather modern, and posted on every other corner of the city's streets were figures clad in armour with a visor fitted into their helmet and breathing apparatus. They were brandishing what looked like advanced rifles. Large, lifeless husks of steel were posted behind them guarding the entry to what seemed to be an enormous, if extremely modern palace - equipped with halberds and axes. A crowd was forming around them as the pillar of flames slowly vanished, unharming the group. Cheering and clapping could be heard as what sounded like horns were blowing. The warriors of Oslana had arrived.

Noctixmo was startled briefly as everything seemed to briefly flash red. There was a deep, extremely distant booming sound which seemed to cause the civilians to panic momentarily. He looked up and the skies had tinged red and fiery before restoring themselves. The earth shook for a second, and all became calm.

What was that? 

He turned to find Cyril strutting over to him, "Oh, th-there you are. We n-need to find your allies. K-Kahn's chosen have risen!"

Noctixmo's eyes widened briefly before he regained his composure.

This is it, then. They're here.

"No, and I have a feeling it's nothing good either," Justine had caught the difference too.

"It look about the same back at home," Charlotte commented.

Zadyn gave a courteous wave to the crowds as he looked around, "Ah, an honour to meet you all!" He called out to the crowd. He had a warm grin on his face, "For Kahn!"

Xhort was observing the situation with interest. The elderly man was intrigued by the functioning state of the city, "I believe we are in a city." He commented to the young girl beside him, "However, nothing I am familiar with." He scratched his chin. Fascinating. A large figure clad in imposing jet black armour approached them. A red glow pierced through his visor and his torn cloak shifted in the mild breeze. He approached the group and chest-saluted, "No doubt the chosen of Kahn. I, General Lanius, bid thee welcome to Oslana - land of Kahn and kingdom of our great emperor." Servants stepped forward dressed formally in blazers and held out small sacks of money for the group.

Justine hurried alongside Galvin.

Charlotte took one for herself. She took the hint that inside was money.

Lanius nodded, "Yes. Enough here for you to attain whatever you may deem necessary." From behind his visor, the general briefly glanced at Zadyn, "I am afraid I cannot stay much longer as I am needed by his highness. When you seek to begin your quest, I would advise heading westwards beyond our borders. There you will enter Arrendar, home of our enemy. A team of scouts recently spotted your rivals near the capital. Slay them. May the odds be with thee." The general bowed his head and left for the palace.

Xhort took all of this in and a smiled before feeling a burning sensation on his right wrist. He winced briefly before rolling his sleeve up and noticing a brand had marked itself upon him, "It would seem Kahn has bestowed us with a brand of some kind. Perhaps we should all introduce ourselves. If we are going to work towards a common goal, we ought to at least have eachother's names. I am Xhort, ruler of the three planes back in my own world."

Zadyn took a rather exaggerated bow, "Ah, ceremonial procedures are a must indeed! I am Zadyn, scholar of the supernatural, student of sorceries - at your humble service."

Noctixmo and Cyril both hurried for the gates in the direction of the others.