Spare no one

The first individual stepped onto the unfamiliar world. He belonged to the Lizardman race, his scaled feet pressing against the foreign soil as he slowly looked around, observing the surroundings with cautious eyes.

To his surprise, the landscape looked strangely familiar. The hills, plains, distant mountains, and even the way the wind moved across the grass reminded him strongly of Essiel, as if he had somehow returned to another part of his own world.

"Is this the foreign land?"

The next individual stepped out behind him, followed by another, then another. Soon, dozens of warriors had emerged from the gateway, each one looking around with the same confusion as they realized that the foreign world looked remarkably similar to their homeland.

"Did we really travel toward the stars? Then why does this place look so similar to our lands?" another individual asked, his eyes wandering across the distant horizon.