Aildrin's screen turned black.
[Transporting players to Ranzac Valley...]
After a few seconds, he appeared in a lush green valley. Around him players spawned: humans, dwarfs, elves, orcs, and there were those with white wings as broad as their back—the divines. There were five of them clad in blue, but Aildrin did not pay them much attention.
He continued to survey the surroundings. Behind him and to his sides, a mountain loomed. Gloomy clouds hid its peak.
Up ahead was a leather tent with an oak stump in front of it. Further ahead was a stand of trees, veiling the other side of the valley. Beneath him, bones of different creatures littered the green floor. It felt like he stood in an abandoned graveyard. His hairs stood.
Aildrin tried to inch forward, but he could not move his feet. No matter how hard he willed them. Then a figure spawned beside him, and from it, a voice immediately boomed and said, "Hey!"
