High in the sky, somewhere over Erimos, a being materialised in a shimmer of light. As the being fell, it woke. As consciousness was granted the being had to take a few moments to reorient itself after the soul-wrenching trip through the portal between dimensions. First, it remembered that his name was Zadok. He saw the landscape stretch out beneath him getting closer and felt the air rushing past, so the second thing he remembered was that he could fly. Stretching out his brilliant white wings he slowed down his rapid fall, slowing down just enough so that when he reached the ground his bare feet landed gently on the hot sand.

Now firmly on the ground, Zadok was able to fully recollect his memories. He had been an Anti-Keeper of Outremar, a heavenly being tasked with defending that world from the Devouror's scourge. Needless to say, he failed, as now Outremar is in ruins as he stands on this strange new world. Zadok's body was that of an angel, standing tall, with strong muscles, tanned skin, feathery wings, clothed from the waist down in white and glowing with a holy aura. Zadok looked down at his hands, seeing the brown-pink skin, and was confused. Before his body had been made of shimmering neutronium with stars and space visible with-in. This body was new, but he rationalised that he could not possibly have enough power to maintain his old body after such an arduous journey.

With a swift burst of movement, Zadok took to the sky and hovered above the land, his keen eyesight allowing him to see the land for many, many kilometres around. The land was mostly desolate, with no people in sight. That was not to say it was lifeless- far from it. His eyes could see hardy plants and hardy creatures which eat such plants in the sand and rocks which filled this harsh desert landscape, but the desert ecosystem was not of concern to him. He was about to fly off when he spotted a disturbance.

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Slowly but surely, the Ripper moved. Like a worm eating an eye, the being was boring his way through the very fabric of the universe itself, attempting to escape into a different one. The Apocalypse on Outremar had resulted in a wormhole of sorts. The tunnel had already been there, but traversing it was difficult. An entity comprised purely of destructive, magical energy, it was a struggle to maintain a cohesive form and not get torn asunder in this rift between worlds. The Ripper's own body and energy accelerated entropy by their very nature; and so the tunnel behind and all around the Ripper was collapsing.

At long last, after what would have seemed like an eternity to mortals, a light appeared at the end of the twisting tunnel. So fast was the Ripper moving that its mind had hardly processed that information before the end came. At last, it was free from the confines of that tunnel! The Ripper, appearing as a phantasmagorical ball of cackling, red energy, burst forth from the portal's exit. Air, dust, and soil alike were disintegrated and wiped from very existence upon being bathed by the being's malevolent aura. A mere moment after the Ripper clambered out of the tunnel, the wormhole collapsed behind it, releasing a great deal of raw magical energy in the form of an explosion. When the cloud of dust was gone, the Ripper was able to contemplate its surroundings. A vast, barren, and sandy expanse stretched for as far as the eye could see. Only the occasional cacti or sand dune existed to break up the monotonous terrain.

Despite having had plenty of time in the tunnel to decide upon what its first course of action would be, the being had no plans. It had been difficult trying to plan ahead while holding its very essence together against its own will, and crawling through a collapsing tunnel as fast it could. Also, it hardly helped that the Ripper's mind was a fragmented, chaotic, cacophony of voices bickering with each other and vying for control- the result of the once wise and divine Weaver being corrupted and transformed into the husk that was the Ripper. Regardless, it hardly took a minute for the being to decide what to do. The being sensed that this world was a haven; extremely rich in magic and life. However, it was like the light of a torch compared to that of the sun. There was more power than the Ripper had ever felt before, radiating from the grand gas giant that dominated this world's sky. The celestial being hurtled through space towards the Source.

[b]Compendium Info:[/b]

[u]The Ripper[/u]- An entity that takes the form of a great, writhing ball of crimson light. His form is composed purely of destructive magic, and being in its presence is enough for matter to crumble and fall apart. Things that touch the Ripper aren't broken down, but rather wiped from existence. It destroys things compulsively and naturally, with a brazen disregard for life.