Ethan stretched as he rose from the sofa, his golden eyes flicking toward the swirling horizon of the Beast Plane. The ever-changing landscape had become familiar to him, yet what lay ahead was anything but ordinary. He could feel it—a distant pull, a disturbance that whispered at the edge of his senses.
"Time to move," he muttered, his voice carrying the weight of experience.
His beasts stirred in response. Galeno let out a low grunt, shifting slightly but otherwise remaining relaxed. Stygian stood tall, the six eerie purple flames flickering across his back growing dim for a moment before reigniting. Maverick clicked his tongue, stretching his wings, while Angitia remained coiled but watchful.
The air around them trembled slightly as Ethan exerted his will over the environment, warping the space around them as he prepared to travel once more.
Then, they stepped forward—and the world changed.
The transition was immediate.