— RAWR! —
The space ruptured, sharp dimensional winds overturning the soil like thousands of daggers. But, the portal didn't just spit out magic, it made a lone man appear out of nowhere.
He found himself in a world overflowing with mana, far different from any he had known, without any system to welcome him. Somehow it gave a very primitive feeling.
The wind carried the iron smell of blood as the large leaves of the gigantic jungle trees shook. Thorny vines lay all over the place as roars echoed in the distance.
— RAWR! —
But, the man cared for none of that.
He had eyes and ears only for the softly glowing pink light in his hand, which seemed to pulsate along with his breathing—a soul fragment, something that was but shouldn't have been.
It came from the powerful souls of strong beings, ones resilient enough to survive being separated from their bodies— or that's how it should have been.