World Rift Entrance.
Five hundred thousand people formed columns and silently marched through the silvery-white gate of light. No one spoke; only footsteps and the clatter of equipment could be heard.
The moderate Angel Alliance brought up the rear, wearing enchanted armor issued by the Demon Hunters and gripping new-model light spears. Their wings had not fully grown in yet, but they could already fly.
An elderly angel walked at the head of the group. He looked at the rift and paused. "I never thought that one day, I'd go to war in another world."
The young angel beside him looked at him.
"Me neither. Are you scared?"
The older angel thought for a moment. "Scared. I don't want to fight at all, but no matter which time it is or which side we're on, we never have a choice, do we?"
The young angel said nothing more and followed the column.
Apocalypse World, Concentration Camp District.
When Michelle crawled out of the rift, her feet landed on a stretch of scorched earth. The sky was dark purple, and the clouds hung so low that they made it hard to breathe.
Several chimneys smoked in the distance. They belonged to the concentration camps, and beneath them, corpses were burning.
Layla crouched down behind her and pressed a hand to the ground. The charred earth beneath her palm turned gray, but quickly reverted to black.
"The pollution is too severe. It can't be purified. We can only destroy it."
Michelle stood, six golden spikes unfolding behind her.
"Then destroy it all."
The first concentration camp lay beneath a small hill, enclosed by barbed wire. It was packed with people—emaciated, dressed in rags, black collars fastened around their necks.
The collars seemed to be drawing something out of them. Angel overseers stood