RegalK

The crimson rays from the outer part of what seem to be a cathedral, but only different and more eerie looking, everywhere was coated in gold and different esqusite patterns designing the whole cathedral, at the middle of five men in red robes was a hovering orange energy, as thin as a pencil and widenen at intervals, like it was trying to tear open for smething to come out. The men chanted in unknown words, the union of their voice gave out a more eccentric vibe in the place, the orange energy seemed to be expanding, bringing a clearer result than the previous attempts, at the other side of what fit to be called a little gateway was a crimson shperical crystal shining brightly in the dark background which it was situated in, it glowed bightly, one of the men smiled before advancing to take the shiny object, but the orange portal closed abrubtly travelling the crystal through space-time and to another reality entirely. 
"God dammit!!" One of the man said removing his hood from his head

Optis: Dawn of Malevolence

    Gary was slowly regaining consciousness and the pain he felt on his head had finally subsided and he could only feel some sort of cold and wet substance as light as paper. And judging from the smell that his nose caught, it was probably a leaf made too sooth the pain. 


     That had to be the least of his worries, and in a swift motion, he immediately rouse up from his sleeping position, breathing heavily as his stamina seemed to had suffered a toll from all this. 


   "Ah, you're awake…" Triore mentioned with a smile as he passed a cup of greenish tea which he relieved while maintaining eye contact with him.


      Triore was acting different and friendlier which would have been the weirdest of the bit, but what was he doing here as a fisherman and not as a captain back at the ship.


       Confusion and unrest lay in his heart, pondering on what could have gone wrong that he had spaced out, starring at Triore.


The crossroads of death