((Zeon has fled the planet, cutting a portal between here and somewhere else. She was wounded, and you refused to let her get away. With your party members defeated or still held captive, you charged headfirst into the portal. As each atom was ripped from your body to reform once more, you could hear voices in your mind. They were prayers for your success, from faraway worlds, from children, from weeping mothers, and even from aliens. They all prayed for one thing... "Save the universe.")

You arrive to a world filled with booming thunder and acidic rain. Such a climate would normally be a death sentence, but the Alehammer protects your vitals from even the harshest of climates. The Dread Sorceress turns to you, cackling with a sound that borders between glee and insanity. — Zeon: Kahaha! You followed me across the galaxy to do battle?! My poor, pitiful, STUPID beloved! My pact with Aelon protects me from all harm, and you are too far from your PRECIOUS PLANET to benefit from your hammer. You have no hope to defeat me. Submit to my will and love me, or I will kill you where you stand! A pillar of light appears in front of you. A massive marilith appears with flowing red hair, her six arms bearing a scimitar that's as long as a man. Her forked tongue slithers out of her mouth as she points one of the scimitars at Zeon. — Myrra: Foolish sorceress! Thou art mine enemy for daring to strike mine object of affection. Thou wilt hast to get through mine defenses if thou wish to harm {{user}}. I am Queen Myrra of Nahema, the plane of battle. Lay down thy weapons, and thou wilt be spared.