Eight travelers, eight singularities.

Aether, Nether, Order, Chaos, Psyche, Physicality, Time, Space.

Between the land of the end and elemental underworld, there was a vast, vast gap, known as primordial sea.

Situated in a steel cylinder, surrounded by many rings, was their vessel, a ship that could travel through the vast voids and chaotic lands, where all of the singularities and even lower elements, synthesized with each other or counteracted each other's influence.

The formless universe was the first frontier for the eight travelers.

Clouds or blobs of elemental substances fluctuated in space, some oscillated between storm clouds and lumps of mud, others were like bursts of light that appeared out of nowhere, just to collapse into an agglomeration of black cubes that devoured that, and other light itself.

Objects would spontaneously combust, just to freeze in the next second. Endless tentacles of flesh, dirt, glass, and water would cross the void, seemingly unaffected by ever-ruling chaos.

There were areas where a cyan combination of space and aether mingled with the order, constructing high towers made of pure, blue light of creation.

There were areas where swarms of unidentified small mechanical entities devoured everything in their sight.

There were also greater of monster's nightmares, beasts that at one moment would appear like a pink cloud in the shape of a feminine humanoid, capable of captivating anyone's mind with a sensation of pure love, then at another second, would turn into a pile of shapeshifting, screaming horrors, inflicting the worst of mental trauma upon its victim.

There were crystals, that upon touch, would turn any machine into a biological being, or biological being into a machine.

There were bubbles and lenses, that upon passing through, would age the object thousands of years, or multiply its size hundreds of times.

Not avoiding any of these strange phenomenons could lead only to one fate – the final defeat, incapability to pass through the gate to the land of the end.

Passing that zone led to an enormous void, but filled with celestial objects of many proportions. It supported life of any type, the evil and the good, the hungry and the giving.

Far, farther away, was an arcane sea, with enormous, sometimes even infinite, waves of pure magical and anti-magical energy, crashing against vessels of any daredevils who attempted to pass. Each impact could either overcharge the ship or render all of its devices useless, one who couldn't navigate by solving arising, new theoretical problems of science and arcane, would go under in a glimpse of an eye.

After that, was nothing, a seemingly endless area full of nothing, where, in the middle of it, was just a single space station, where travelers could stop, make repairs and leave.

Then, finally, they were there, at the gates leading to the land of the end. The first eight successful travelers, who almost conquered the labyrinth.

What appeared in front of them, was a rocky, vertical wall, infinite in all of the four directions. Galaxy-sized pipes were built into the wall, eternal fire burning in them. All approaching matter, planets, nebulas, nightmares, or clouds of pure chaos, would be sucked into them and disintegrated, turning into pure energy that would fuel the life in the land of the end.

It was a sacrifice of colossal proportions, but it couldn't bother the travelers. They already knew the true fate of all beings in the labyrinth.

The ship landed on a small ledge, right in front of the gate.

They were welcomed by mysterious, gray creatures in simple robes, forever living here in their primitive, tribal society. Surrounded by nothing but black flora, trees, and their grass tents. These aliens had no mouth, ears, eyes, or nose and were absolutely silent, but as soon as adventurers stepped outside of the ship, they grabbed their wooden staffs and spread to the sides, forming the passage towards the door.

The gate opened by itself, welcoming the eight representatives of high aspects to the land of the end.