The game

"It's a Delta-level world!" exclaimed Father Cícero, his eyes fixed on the marvelous sight before them. "Approximately forty lords will participate in the Excomunicato! The treasures are yours, lords! But the pagans are ours!"

The portal's light cast a magical aura on the group, revealing fascinating details of this new realm. Enormous trees with intertwined trunks reached up to touch the sky, while winged creatures circled overhead, displaying dazzling plumage.

The local fauna exhibited a variety of peculiar shapes and vibrant colors. Exotic plants, some bioluminescent, dotted the ground, emitting a soft light that danced in the breeze. The fresh and invigorating aroma of the Delta-level world enveloped the group, transporting them to a dimension completely different from their own.

The soldiers' and lords' eyes gleamed with a mixture of fascination and determination in the face of this exotic scenery. They were about to embark on an interdimensional challenge, where the rewards would be vast, but the price to be paid uncertain.

The eyes of the Lord glowed with greed, a eager flame reflecting the thirst for conquest and riches. His tone of voice echoed through the air, charged with command and authority: "Let us split into two groups. The first will be led by my eldest son, Edward, and the other by me!"

Derek, next to his father, felt indignation build up in his chest. He was about to raise his voice to criticize the decision, as he had not received a command, no group to lead. This omission, for Derek, was more than a simple strategic choice; it was a personal offense.

Lord Kaloch noticed the hurt look of his youngest son and, in a gesture to ease the tension, declared: "Derek will be second in command of my group, while Sir Aldric will be second in command in Edward's group!"

Derek's expression changed from discontent to a mix of surprise and gratitude. He was being recognized, not just as a mere member but as a potential leader.

Sir Aldric, upon hearing his name mentioned, nodded his head in a sign of respect and acceptance of the responsibility bestowed upon him.

"Forward!" shouted the Lord, his voice echoing like a resounding command. With a determined expression, he advanced decisively toward the dimensional portal. His cloak billowed in the wind, adding a touch of majesty to his imposing figure.

The greenish glow of the portal gradually enveloped him, swallowing Lord Kaloch in a sparkling light.

The soldiers behind him followed with firm steps, their swords raised, and eyes fixed on their leader. Each step brought them closer to the border between worlds, carrying with it the tension and expectation of the unknown.

The echo of war cries reverberated, blending with the magical hum of the portal, creating a peculiar symphony of war preparation.

The portal, like a rift in reality, undulated with mystical energy, revealing the transition between worlds. As the lord advanced, the luminosity of the dimensional passage increased, casting dancing shadows in its surroundings.

With a decisive step, the lord crossed completely through the portal, disappearing momentarily from view.

Johnny and Cecilia watched the scene with their hair standing on end, witnessing the dazzling spectacle of entering the dimensional portal. The perplexity reflected in their eyes as they absorbed the extraordinary reality before them.

Johnny, still processing the revelation, could hardly believe that in this seemingly primitive world, interdimensional travel existed. Not even in his previous world, full of advanced technology, had he encountered something so astonishing.

Mia, sensing the shock on her companions' faces, approached Cecilia gently and whispered consoling words: "You don't need to be afraid; it's just a Delta-level world! It will be a quick expedition!" Her voice carried a mixture of confidence and tranquility, like a gentle breeze calming the agitation around.

Cecilia nodded in confirmation, but tension still gripped her, evident in the firm grip she maintained on her brother's hand.

In the intertwined borders of interdimensional realms, where the barriers between worlds faded away, four distinct strata delineated the escalating scale of danger across worlds. At the initial point of this hierarchy was the Delta level, followed by Gamma as the second, Gama as the third, and finally, the most catastrophic of all, the Alpha.

Mia urged, "We can't afford to waste time! Let's go! Let's go! We need to cross the portal; the Inquisitor will close it once everyone has passed!"

The urgency in Mia's voice propelled the group forward. The vibrant world awaited, but time was of the essence as they hurriedly approached the shimmering threshold of the dimensional portal.

The air crackled with a sense of anticipation as each step brought them closer to the unknown realm beyond.