Worlds, like two straight lines, sometimes cross. And at their intersection, something new is born.
"The other side of this tunnel," a voice said, "is the Emerald Dream Realm."
Orion stood clad in his Lightning Cloak, his feet shod in the Boots of the War-Tyrant. This was his avatar, the Giant King, pulled across the cosmos to the two-realm battlefield. He stared, wide-eyed, at the shimmering portal before them—the greatest secret of the Titanion Realm.
"Inconceivable," the avatar murmured. "That a tunnel could form between two worlds." He turned to his two companions, the true bodies of the Archlords who guarded this passage. One was Seadragon King Neptor. The other was the human Saint, Noel. "Does this mean our worlds will one day merge?"
