Within the two designated areas for the newcomers, a shallow pit and the black, lifeless earth awaited them. From the heavens, without emitting any sound, hundreds of people emerged from within a spatial rift, a mysterious passage between dimensions. They were all chained with golden runes, their inert bodies witnessing an unknown journey. When they touched the ground, the chains dissolved, but the unconsciousness of all persisted.
As the rifts closed in the two distinct locations, shadows emerged from the gloom. They were demons of demonic beasts that approached silently, serious expressions adorning their faces, but a subtle confidence and determination gleamed in their eyes. They stood there, waiting for something, and in response to that, in less than an hour, the air around them seemed to freeze, and a fierce pressure descended upon their shoulders. It was the sinister and dark kings who approached slowly.
