TOWARDS THE FINAL PORTAL!

Morning's light touched even the VR WORLD. In the southeast, nestled within a rugged mountain range, the admin portal shimmered into existence. It wasn't merely a swirl of energy this time, but a grand archway of pristine white, its interior swirling with a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues. Saland and Haytham, a determined duo, raced towards this gateway, their boots kicking up virtual dust.

They were almost upon it when two voices cut through the crisp digital air. Above them, perched on a rocky outcrop, stood a striking woman. Long, obsidian hair cascaded down her back, and a potent azure aura pulsed around her. Her eyes were unnerving – the sclera a stark white, contrasting with the sharp azure of her irises and the deep black of her pupils. Clad in sleek black trousers, a purple top, and a black leather jacket, her gaze was intense and unwavering. Beside her stood a man, his light brown jacket straining against the obvious bulk of his muscles. His eyes mirrored the woman's in their unusual coloration – white sclera, but with irises of burning orange and black pupils. Blond hair framed his face, and he wore dark brown trousers. Hands casually tucked into his pockets, a sinister smile played on his lips.

"We are the last two remaining commanders," the woman's voice echoed down, sharp and resolute. "You will not pass. Sayler's dream must become reality!"

In a flash, both commanders moved. The woman lunged towards Haytham, while the man targeted Saland. But before their attacks could land, two figures materialized as if from thin air. Christy, with a swift flourish, intercepted the woman's punch with the delicate yet sturdy frame of one of her fans. Simultaneously, Shimmon casually caught the man's powerful fist in his bare hand. The force of the impact sent all four skidding to a halt, each settling into a battle-ready stance.

Christy stepped forward, her gaze locked on the woman. "My name is Sephvia," the commander declared, her azure aura intensifying. "One of the five commanders of Sayler's army. Prepare to be eliminated, admin!"

"You have only brought ruin to this world," Christy countered, her own violet aura beginning to flare. "Your reign of terror ends here, now!" Both women radiated power, their auras clashing invisibly in the tense air as they readied themselves.

Shimmon faced the man, who grinned, revealing a flash of teeth. "My name is Johnferd," he announced, his voice laced with amusement. "Another of Sayler's five commanders. I must say, I'm impressed you managed to block my punch. You might actually prove to be an interesting opponent!"

"Not bad yourself, you have a pretty good beauty " Shimmon replied, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You have quite the aura about you."

"I'm not sure what you mean," Johnferd chuckled, his yellow aura suddenly exploding outwards, dominating the battlefield with its sheer intensity. "But I like it!" He braced himself, ready for the coming clash.

Meanwhile, Saland and Haytham seized the opportunity. Having slipped past the engaged commanders, they reached the shimmering portal. Saland produced the single key they possessed between the three of them. Together, their hands clasped around the cool metal, and they stepped forward, plunging into the swirling colors.

The world dissolved into a blinding flash before reforming into an enormous corridor. Pure white light emanated from every surface, tinged with shifting, iridescent hues. The ceiling arched high above, a testament to the sheer scale of the space. "This is it," Saland murmured, his voice echoing slightly in the vastness. "This is where it all begins… and ends."

And with that, Saland and Haytham began their trek down the impossibly long, luminous corridor.