Again, you wake up in front of the small red crystal shards... your ribs hurt, your legs hurt, your hands are filled with callouses from your weaponry. As you slowly sit up, all you can get out is a sigh. Not like there is anyone here on root earth worth talking to, all you'd get as a response would be gurgling.

You stare at the the foggy entrance down some metal ship stairs. You know very well who's behind that fog. Venom. And you stubbornly enter the fog yet again.