"You heard them, John," said Max. "There's the Agni Empire if we wanted a drink."
"Capital. I will go for a gin and tonic."
"I'll have a pint of ale," said Max.
"A lemonade for me," said Fancy.
"One of thothe fruit cocktailth would do me," said Jack.
"... I'll just go for beer," said Adam.
On that note, the Chosen Few and John would exit through the portal. In time, they will return to the Agni Empire to relax after days of toil, and then continue their adventure through Grand Gaia. John was excited for this opportunity of discovery after a very long time of familiarity, but he knew that the fight with the malevolent God had tired his comrades. Still, another day, another Skull (the currency equivalent of a pound or dollar in the Underworld).
The Chosen Few, however, were thinking different things. Cardes had mentioned a God Emperor, which meant that there was a head honcho Fallen God somewhere organizing all this. They had a feeling they will have to face this Emperor if they wished to rid Grand Gaia of the God threat. Before that, though, a drink will do them good. As they went through the portal, they silently congratulated themselves of a job, among many, well done.
Epilogue:
The narrative eye will find itself in a dark room, expansive by the small echoes of chittering things that lurk within the corners. As the eye adjusts itself to the darkness, it finds out that it is furnished, a large carpet spanning from the blackened oak doors to the expansive desk, whose contents declare their owner as a man, or something, that prided itself with it's evil; a withered old book whose cover tells of dark secrets hidden within it's pages, a gnarled lamp which emits only a dull, red light, and a black goblet inscribed with a phrase of unthinkable origin, "Hinc decurrit calicem e sanguis".
It is difficult to decipher the shape of the owner, or the being in front of it, but the scenario is the same in all dark places where dark things are being planned.
"And where are they?" This voice, sourced from the one behind the desk, is deep and clipped, hinting of a person who is used to giving commands.
"We do not know, lord," replied the other figure, it's voice raspy and reptilian. "The last time we could locate them was in the Centre, then... they vanished."
The first figure would contemplate this for a while. "Perhaps they've found another world? A world, if I may hazard a guess, that is defunct in stability?"
"We are unsure, sire, but we will locate them as soon as possible."
"Good. Off you go then." The second figure, which was small and hunched, would slither back into the darkness towards the doors. An alien appendage, which on closer examination looked like a large pinky finger, would wrap around the goblet and lift it towards the large entity. No sound that hinted of anything being drunk could be heard.
So... they have found a new world after all, went the thoughts of the God of Fear. All the more for the taking then.
End of Chapter One