The portal's light enveloped them, blinding yet strangely comforting. When their vision cleared, Kael, Lysara, and Riven found themselves standing on a vast plain under a twilight sky, where stars shimmered with unfamiliar constellations.
Around them stretched endless fields of silver grass swaying in a silent breeze. The air was thick with a strange energy—neither hostile nor welcoming, but alive with potential.
Lysara knelt, touching the ground. "This world… it's a nexus, a crossroads of multiple realities converging."
Riven scanned the horizon, his eyes narrowing. "If the enemy seeks to unravel realms, this place might be their staging ground."
Kael's gaze hardened. "Then we must find their stronghold before they gather power."
Suddenly, a low rumble echoed beneath their feet. The grass parted to reveal ancient stone ruins etched with glowing runes—signs of a civilization long vanished.
"Looks like we're not the first to tread here," Lysara said, her voice tinged with awe.
From the shadows between the pillars, a figure emerged—cloaked and silent, their eyes reflecting the starlight.
"Travelers," the figure spoke softly. "You walk the threshold of fate. Choose wisely, for what you seek may change all worlds."
Kael stepped forward, ready for whatever challenge awaited. "We seek the source of the chaos. Will you help us… or stand in our way?"
The figure smiled faintly, the weight of untold secrets hanging in the air.