Kothar bent his knees, carefully, moving as slowly as possible, and sat down, cross legged, on the bare rock beneath him.
All around him, was the dark emptiness of space, and the faded light of a dying sun off in the distance.
Kothar took slow, steady breaths through the mask of his Multiplanar Equipment, and it worked as promised, delivering sufficient oxygen to him even in this thin atmosphere.
Kothar sat, recovering as much Spatial Mana as possible, he didn't need to rest right now, but the next plane on his route was one of the more dangerous ones, so he wanted to be at his best possible condition when he passed through.
After a short while, Kothar opened a portal in front of himself, and drew his Skysteel sword, while simultaneously firing up his Plasma Blade.
