A powerful force moved silently across the skies of the Third Realm's landmass. Their collective energy was so immense that any one of them could have illuminated a cluster of small worlds for millennia, their radiance banishing darkness wherever it touched. Yet despite that unfathomable strength, they released not even the faintest trace of power.
At their head floated a small, deceptively delicate figure—Tiramisu, the True Depravita of Primal Fury. Her presence cloaked the group in a shroud of concealment so absolute that even the keenest divine senses could not detect them.
Cain and the others maintained deep, steady breaths as they flew. Each one of them understood the weight of what awaited beyond the horizon. The chance that all would return alive was slim. One slip, one lapse in focus, and their story would end before it truly began.
They crossed endless kilometers of silent sky before it appeared.
Before them stretched a landscape torn from nightmare—the Red Forest.
