The battle had ended. Or so she thought. One moment, Tisiphone had stood triumphant, her Hammer of the Forgotten Titans humming with raw power. The next—she was nowhere. Or everywhere. The world had shifted, folding in on itself in ways she had never felt before. She landed hard. Not on battlefield soil, not on the rocky terrain she knew but in the midst of an ancient, unfamiliar forest, where twisted trees towered over her and the scent of magic lingered in the air. The land here was alive in a way she had never experienced before—it breathed, it whispered. But something was wrong She reached for her hammer, gripping the weapon that had reshaped mountains, sundered kingdoms, and defined her legend. And yet nothing The hammer, for the first time, refused to answer her call. Its weight was dead, its magic silent Tisiphone clenched her jaw. This was no ordinary displacement—this world was resisting her. Etheria itself felt her arrival—but only those attuned to its magic could sense the disturbance.Far from her landing site, at Mystacor, the sorcerers paused. Something heavy had entered their world, something unnatural Light Hope flickered within the Crystal Castle, momentarily disrupted by the strange energy rippling through Etheria.
And far across the land, Shadow Weaver straightened in the Fright Zone, feeling the tremor of a force she did not recognize—but one that unsettled her. Even Adora though she did not yet understand magic the way others did, felt something shift in the world—a ripple in her very existence that she could not explain.But Tisiphone herself was oblivious to all this. She walked alone through the forest, moving like a predator. She knew no camp, no war, no Etheria. Only the silence of a world that did not yet accept her presence.Her instincts screamed danger, though none had appeared yet. She was a warrior cast into an unknown land—a place that seemed to reject her power, yet had not cast her out entirely.she gritted her teeth, eyes burning with frustration. If the world itself was not ready for her, then she would force it to acknowledge her.
Lost in a World That Rejects Her
Shadow Weaver could sense the shift an anomaly in Etheria's magic, something ancient and powerful. It was not part of the Rebellion, nor did it belong to the Horde. It was something else.Yet, no matter how much she searched, she could not find it. Her magic probed deep into the ether, but whatever had arrived in Etheria was eluding her grasp, as though the world itself was shielding it from her sight. Frustrated, she narrowed her focus. This presence—this warrior would reveal itself soon enough. It had to.
Tisiphone's Search
Meanwhile, beneath the dense canopy of the Whispering Woods, Tisiphone moved with heavy, deliberate steps. She wasn't alone. Not truly Somewhere in this strange world, her companion Thyra, her great lioness had to be here.She had woken in this land alone, but Thyra was never far from her side. The great beast had been with her since childhood, her closest ally, her guardian. The hammer might have gone silent, but she would never accept that Thyra was lost.
Her voice, deep and commanding, echoed through the trees
"Thyra! Come to me!"
Only the whispering leaves answered.
Her fists tightened. If this world was rejecting her, it had better not have taken her companion, too.Whatever force had pulled her here it had separated them.
That would be Etheria's first mistake.