Suddenly, Anna's face radiates an ethereal glow, and a thunderous voice reverberates from her lips, causing an immediate surge of panic among everyone present, myself included. Its roughness and deafening intensity rattles the eardrums of every citizen and visitor in the town, compelling them to heed its commanding authority. "You shall all submit to the omnipotent rule of God, the All Mighty, the Absolute and Ultimate Power," Anna proclaims. A collective gasp fills the pub as the audience instinctively covers their ears, attempting to shield themselves from the overwhelming resonance. The sheer magnitude and forcefulness of her voice shatters the tranquility, causing the roof to disintegrate and soar a hundred yards away. As chaos ensues, a heavy cloud of fear and astonishment hangs in the air, gripping the hearts of those scattered throughout the town.

Later, we ascend to the city's highest point, drawing a crowd of curious onlookers. As the minutes pass, their numbers swell, an undeniable testament to the resonance of our cause. Standing before them, I deliver a brief yet impassioned speech, emphasizing the crucial choice that lies before them. "Do you wish to persist in this wretched existence, trapped in this Scorching Hell, bound by chains of oppression and fear? Or do you yearn to break free, to live as a liberated being, transcending your present limitations?" I address the crowd, my voice brimming with determined conviction. "Those who crave a brighter future, those who yearn to be rewarded, gather at my right side. Unite with me, stand shoulder to shoulder, and together, we shall face the dark queen, vanquishing her malevolent reign," I declare, drawing a line in the metaphorical sand. The majority of the crowd steps forward, aligning themselves at my right side. Among their diverse ranks, motivations vary: some seek the spoils of war, others seek vengeance, and a select few yearn for ascension to higher realms and a more prosperous existence.

After days of relentless riding, our colossal army finally reaches the foreboding stronghold of the dark queen. Engaging in a fierce battle, our forces triumph over the queen's men, swiftly toppling the fortress into our hands. Yet, the wicked queen, elusive as a shadow, manages to elude capture, seeking refuge in the mountains that loom imposingly behind her castle. To ensure her final defeat, I dispatch Johan at the helm of a fearsome legion of sorcerers and necromancers. The passage of mere hours sees them returning, bearing the lifeless body of the queen. Curiosity gnawing at my mind, I question Johan, seeking answers to the fate that befell our foe. "What transpired in the mountains?" I inquire, my voice laced with a blend of eagerness and concern. Johan meets my gaze, his voice laced with a hint of solemnity. "We endeavored to apprehend her alive, but she possessed a formidable mastery of sorcery. Unleashing a perilous spell upon our men, she triggered a ferocious counterattack. In the midst of the chaos, she inadvertently plummeted off a treacherous precipice, sealing her immediate demise."

It takes several arduous months to amass the lords from various realms and tribes, striving to establish a collective foundation and set of principles for their world. Eventually, I succeed in organizing them into distinct categories, each with their own distinct goals and aspirations. Firstly, there are those who yearn for virtuous deeds, aiming to ascend to the fabled upper world. Secondly, there are those content with their current circumstances yet crave security and justice. Finally, a minority comprises the violent, outlaws, and rebels. Uniting the first two groups, I form a formidable high council that assumes the responsibility of electing a capable governor. This chosen leader, their term lasting four years, oversees the underworld with a sense of unity and cooperation, forming a federation of sorts. Our government champions individual freedom and independence for each town and tribe, permitting them to pursue their beliefs and traditions within the boundaries of laws approved by the high council. Months later, as I begin to find respite from my demanding duties, seeking solace on the porch of Johan's humble abode, a sudden apparition disrupts my tranquility. Gabriel materializes in a flash, delivering a message that cuts through the air with urgency. "Anna must journey to the mysterious second world, accompanied by you, John, along with Zack and Zerac, steadfast companions since the inception of your remarkable odyssey. And as for me, I implore you, John, to return with me to Earth," Gabriel proclaims, his words striking a resounding chord within me.

With an air of solemnity, Gabriel's voice resonates through the air, bearing the weight of a momentous decree. "Anna's path lies in the uncharted depths of the enigmatic second universe," he proclaims, his words layered with a sense of otherworldly significance. "As for Johan, Zack, and Zerac, faithful stalwarts who stood by John's side in the harrowing battle against the forces of the dark queen, their destiny awaits in the ethereal realms of the first universe. And you, John, are called to return with me to the very realm from whence your extraordinary journey began - Earth itself." Gabriel's declaration carries a blend of destiny and opportunity, a convergence of fates that propels each individual further along their unique path. The future unfolds, unveiling uncharted realms and challenges that lie beyond the boundaries of their current reality.

In a sudden and disorienting turn of events, my consciousness flickers back into existence, only to find myself lying on the sterile bed of an emergency room in Missoula hospital. The frantic symphony of doctors and nurses surrounds me, their desperate efforts focused on resuscitating me, pulling me back from the precipice of the unknown. Amidst the chaos, Carol's voice reaches my ears, a plaintive cry laced with tears, echoing through the sterile walls. "John, please don't leave me," she implores, her anguish slicing through the din of medical urgency. As if in response, Gabriel's serene voice cuts through the tumult, gently beckoning me. "John, it is time to return to the realm of the living. We shall meet again," he assures me, his presence both a comfort and an enigma. In a moment that blurs between the realms of life and death, I draw a sharp breath, my voice quick to demand answers. "What has happened? Where am I?" I question, seeking to unravel the threads of my fragmented reality. Carol and the medical team, unwilling to release their grip on my frail hold on life, prevent my immediate departure from the hospital. Their concerns for my well-being intertwine with my own confusion, gradually pushing me towards acceptance of the need for further diagnosis and treatment, despite my inner certainty of my sound health. Days pass within the sterile confines of the hospital, a blur of rest and medical procedures. Eventually, the chains of their caution are loosened, granting me release. I emerge into the world once more, the lingering diagnosis labeled as a minor heart attack prompted by the weight of excessive work and exhaustion. Yet, this report is swiftly challenged, rejected by the subsequent examinations carried out by the UN hospital research center. Mysteries still cloud the circumstances surrounding those few fleeting seconds of my heart's failure, an enigma that remains beyond the grasp of current medical knowledge.

In a frustrating twist of events, despite my inner conviction that my health is unblemished, Carol and the doctors refuse to grant me permission to leave the confines of the hospital. Their apprehension holds me captive, denying me the opportunity to seek further diagnosis and treatment. A burgeoning restlessness tugs at my spirit as each passing day in the sterile hospital environment chips away at my patience. The incessant tests and procedures, though conducted with good intentions, begin to feel like an unnecessary burden on my burgeoning desire for liberation. I strive to make them understand, to convey the undeniable truth that resides deep within me - there is nothing amiss with my physical well-being. Yet, my pleas fall upon deaf ears, swallowed by a sea of medical caution and bureaucratic protocol. The corridors echo with unanswered questions, the uncertainty of my situation planting seeds of doubt and frustration within my mind. Despite this internal struggle, I must heed their wishes for the time being, biding my time until a window of opportunity reveals itself.