Kesten leans on his sword heavily, but speaks in his usual measured manner. "Your Highness, I beg to report. T

Kesten leans on his sword heavily, but speaks in his usual measured manner. "Your Highness, I beg to report. The city is flooded with hostile First World creatures, and your allies are scattered. It all happened within minutes: we entered the gate, and the ground split open — some went up, some down, and all somehow in complete silence. There's almost no communication between the islands, so our forces are separated and uncoordinated, but we fight as best we can. Also..."