Sara glares at her opponent, Dax, the team leader of Team Flair. She summons Jointlock, small dagger up, large dagger down. Jointlock rips into reality, and steam billows from her temple. In turn, Dax calls their horror; a massive sphere made of bones and flesh hovers in the arena, blood raining from the surface of the horror.

That one is the most disgusting yet. I can smell the rot from here.

"That horror is known as the Coercing Moon. It's from the river of nightmares. The blood dripping from its body is what created that river long ago. This is not good."

Can we win? It's not over till it's over, right?

"Let me tell you something, Jacky. You're about to discover the true reality of this "game" you humans are playing. Some horrors are never to leave Oblivion. We horrors rarely interact with horrors of other realms. At one point, we never even knew of the different layers of Oblivion until we grew hungry and reached out to your world and others years ago. This does not bode well."

Jointlock ready's her blades, twirling them in her hands. The Moon made of flesh pulsates, and a faint heartbeat bounces around the stadium. Jointlock tosses one of her daggers at the horror. The blade sinks into it and disappears; a rippling effect consumes the blade. Jointlock snarls and throws another to no effect.

So there's nothing she can do?

"Keep watching."

Jointlock dashes around the sphere, throwing daggers and creating portals to attack the being; however, nothing phases the horror.

"Fledgling horror." The Moon speaks, its voice booming with authority. "End yourself."

Jointlock stiffens up, and her hand reaches for a new blade and places it along her neck. Before slitting her own throat, her other hand slices off her arm before it can act. She falls to her knees, holding her new stub; she growls and stares at the massive orb of bone and flesh.

"You'll have to do a lot better than that! I'm not yours to command!" Jointlock rises to her feet.

"Come here." The voice commands.

Jointlock is levitated and flung towards the horror, her face dragging in the mud. The sphere commands her once more. "End yourself."

Johnlock struggles, her arm shaking; she fights the urge to obey. "Why don't you do it yourself!" Jointlock snaps.

"So be it." The Coercing Moon lifts Jointlock and presses her to its body. She sinks into the horror, kicking and writhing in pain as she enters.

Sara's Howler blips; she bears a strike on her device. The match is over. Dax looks over to team Sacrifice locking eyes with Jacky.

How are we supposed to defeat that?

"We won't have to."

What? That doesn't make sense. What's your plan?

"To wait."

Wait, for what?

"That thing."

What thing? You're pissing me off!

"Just a few more seconds. The moment I've finally been waiting for has arrived."

The boy is in for one hell of a surprise.

High above the stadium, a giant beast perches itself on the edge of the stadium, glaring into the arena; it opens its massive beaked mouth and screeches. The monster reaches into the arena, grasping at Dax's horror; the Moon is grabbed and crushed violently. The monitors to the audience simultaneously shut off, and the stage lights and cameras are cut. The stadium begins to fill with a pool of nightmare fluid.

"Okay, Jacky, time to go!" The Sabred Prince assumes control of Jacky's body.

What is that thing? What about the others?

"Forget them, Jacky; we have little time."

The Sabrred Prince jumps and brings himself atop the stadium's edge. The barrier ripples and falls in shards; the presence of this new beast has shattered the shield. The wall separating the stadiums and the living complex has collapsed. In the distance, angels of death are engaged with a handful more of these new monsters. They are ten times the size, covered in scales and feathers. They wield large glistening golden tridents and breathe fire soaring through the air battling the angels.

The Prince slides down the side of the stadium and dashes for the wall. A group of angels passes right by him, seeing the enormous monster as the only threat. He sprints out into the vast desert of the second floor.

Where are we going?!

"Look up there. There's a hole in the Warpath! Those things have come from the outside, and this is our only chance to make a break for it before the angels clean up this mess."

What are they? Where did they come from?

"I will explain later, Jacky. For now, freedom lies before us!"

The Prince skips across the desert, kicking up sand as he heads right for an opening; the beasts had gouged out what before appeared as the sky; in reality, it was a projection masking a wall encompassing the entire floor. The Prince nears the hole. The clattering of angel claymores and tridents rings out beneath the opening.

I have to jump for it!

The Prince reaches top speed and leaps over the battle underneath the crack in the wall. Below them, one of the beasts hoists an angel of death above its head, skewered by its trident.

Oh lord, what are these things!

The Prince throws his hand and arm around the opening in the wall. Barely making the jump, he pulls himself up over the wall and looks down. They are still at the height of the second floor. Below are the slums; more angels combat the beasts in the distance; there appears to be a second hole in another wall enclosed around the slums.

Now it all makes sense. This entire megastructure has encased everyone inside a bubble complex, shielded off from the rest of the world—time to see what's on the other side.

Passing more battles in the slums, the Prince approaches the second opening in the wall. City ruins lay to waste on the other side. He dashes exiting the slum layer of the Warpath. The Howler on the Prince's arm melts right off and dissipates. He catches his breath and looks behind him. A massive moving wall surrounds the Warpath, ascending as high as the eye can see into the sky.

Where are we?

"This is the real world, Jacky. The real game starts now. The Warpath seems to have a wall of sorts, or from the inside, it appeared as a form of bubble enclosing everything. Out here, I can feel the essence of this world once more."

What's your plan? Where are we to go?

"There is one location that I can still feel. This is not my first time on earth. We appear to be on a separate continent from where we need to go. Prepare yourself for a journey Jacky; it will take us a bit to get there."

What's waiting for us there?

"You will see in due time. For now, allow me to take the lead."

Will we run into more of those creatures out here? How the hell are we supposed to fight those things?

"Those creatures are called Terrors. They inhabit every world that any horror has ever been to. Your world is no exception; they are monsters that form out of the wild essence that accumulates in this reality. For whatever reason, they have amassed greatly; sensing the presence of otherworldly beings there, they seized an opportunity to assault the Warpath."

This is all a lot to take in right now.

"I know. Be patient. I'm going to get some distance from here; for now, you're along for the ride."