The players, around thirty of them, stood in six different rows. They looked like a military unit preparing for the battle.
In front of them all, Ron stood with one hand holding a sword and another one holding a shield. He emitted a powerful aura that instilled fear and respect in all who looked at him.
"Follow me." With that simple order, Ron turned around and stepped through the door to the fourth floor.
The players, hesitant at first, followed right behind him. First, it was the leftmost row, then the right one, until all six rows of players had stepped through the door.
This was the last time that this group of players were seen in the safe area.
…
After a flash of light had passed, the players opened their eyes to an amazing view.
They were standing on a long stairway that led up into the starry sky. The stairway was hovering in the air with no visible means of support.
