In the strange "in-between realm," which lay like an ocean between the various hellish kingdoms of the World of Death, Diakum sat cross-legged atop a massive rock that had been blasted apart and scattered by the storms. He had just crushed the Eternal Arbiter with a single kick, while Yrel and Maraad were enveloped in his peculiar light.
The in-between realm was a dangerous place.
It was a lawless land within the Shadowlands, untouched by destiny. It was said that the storm tides of the in-between realm could strip every soul that wandered in of all its anima, leaving them to fade away, lost forever.
Other legends claimed that souls who accidentally entered this place without any protection would be sent straight to that damned place, The Maw.
In short, no soul in the Shadowlands dared casually enter the in-between realm for a "physical" journey.
But such rules clearly did not apply to a powerful soul like Diakum. He could sense that the in-between realm was actually a "physical entity" formed from special chaotic energy.
It resembled the "aether" filling the starry skies of the material cosmos, the fel energy found everywhere in the Twisting Nether, or the Void contained in every drop of water within the Sea of Darkness.
This was a rule unique to the World of Death.
Clearly, the First Ones who had created the Shadowlands had not wanted souls from the material world to travel freely between its different regions. They had created the in-between realm to separate the various kingdoms of the Shadowlands and ensure the flawless operation of the "Destiny Order."
After all, every kingdom within it bore a unique responsibility for the World of Death. None of them was unnecessary.
"So, the two of you chose to 'self-destruct' and try to exploit a