The End Game

[Warning. This sphere is the ball of death. It belongs to the grim reaper, which allows that entity to travel between the mortal and immortal realm.] My system told me as I approached the oddly looking sphere.

The orb had a similar size as a baseball that fit when I gripped my hand. It was a tangible item that had mixed arcane surging through its layers. That coatings were visible to the naked eye, swirling like the currents of waves in the oceans. One could also describe those swirling waves as the gust of breeze, fluttering in a meadow.

"Take this to Abrax? Why? What does that even mean? Who was that kid, anyway? Where is this place? Am I still going to go home? I want my team back." Those were the words that mumbled out from my mouth, with the ball still clutched in my palm.