Born of the wastelands, Spheris Arnadel, a young skilled thief, finds himself subject to a twist of fate when he steals a powerful relic and becomes a Bearer — humans gifted with powers from the Gods. As a punishment for his theft, he is cast into an otherworldly realm alongside other Bearers, where he faces off against monstrous beasts and powerful enemies. Yet, in his determination to return to the Continent and save his dying mother, Spheris is hell-bent on surviving the abyssal world. Even if it means giving his body to the Dark God whose powers he had stolen... even if it means losing all of his humanity.
His face got awfully close to a lava pool, so close that he could smell the sulphuric vapor when a bubble popped on his face.
His shadow tether stretched and snapped back, pulling him towards the anchor. He fought against the pull of the rift, using his fire to aid himself back towards the path.
Everyone gawked at him once he returned to the ground, on all fours, panting.
"Are you okay?" Cerene asked him.
Thorin ploddingly got to his feet, a look of horror in his eyes. "What... the fuck... was that."
"Your shadow rope is good, right? Hold on a sec, let me check mine. I don't want any— Woah!!"
Nero was next to go, a rift tore behind him and sucked him inside in a mini-second, dragging him into the familiar land of Frozen Sands. He groaned as his back hit hard on top of the frozen river, then he jumped to his feet and looked at his surroundings.