"My lord, the Apocalypse Race dwells within the jagged peaks of the Western Mountain Range. We could traverse the distance in an eye-blink, but there is a complication: you are an anomaly in this world. Your aura is not yet registered with the Neutral Plane's governing laws," Erebus explained, his voice echoing like shifting shadows.
He paused, his eyes glowing with a wary intensity. "As soon as you cross the threshold of this forest and step into the sunlight of civilization, your presence will trigger a spiritual flare. Every powerhouse, every Ancient One, and every divine sentry will receive a signal that a foreign entity has arrived. Do you truly wish to march toward the mountains under such scrutiny?"
