Three hours later, Extrial was standing just outside Deacia's hut. Deacia had provided several sets of clothes and weapons for each of the four to use once they had their own bodies. Extrial was already wearing his - a flowing black cloth robe with silver sigils and runes adorning each visible surface.
He had opted to continue wielding Crystarr, as it was he who represented most of Oman's magical nature, but had instructed the spear to appear as a simple wooden staff, as less attention would be drawn to it. The supplies of the other Wanderers (as Ark insisted on referring to them in honour of the original four Wandering Souls) were contained in a huge bag on Extrial's shoulders. Ark had chosen a robe of thick blue material and a simple, though flat broadsword. Sharve had chosen light green robes and an elegant scimitar. Chion had chosen a costume of thick red cloth, as well as an unusual set of clawed weapons.
Modelled after the claws of a cat, they were to be concealed within the sleeves and ankle-cuffs of Chion's costume, ready to spring out at a moment's notice. Extrial shifted the pack on his shoulders uncomfortably.

"Yes, I KNOW! Do you think you can do this, Ark? Then stop complaining!" Deacia chuckled. The Wanderers had been arguing almost non-stop since Oman had been split apart, though she got the impression that it was more to let off steam than due to any genuine dislike.
"Are you ready then?"
"My dear Priestess, the sooner I've got my brothers out of my head, the happier I will be." Extrial growled. Then he smiled. "It's time to go. Maybe I'll see you again, my friend..." Extrial raised his hands to the sky. A bright light seemed to fall from the heavens above and engulf his body. When the light faded, he was gone.
"OK, seeing as no one else is going to ask, I will." Ark dramatically paused. "Where are we?" No one answered.

They had been in this new world for several days, and, as nice as it was, it had taken some getting used to. The sky was all wrong, a light shade of blue rather than the normal violet. Chion in particular disliked this world. A single sun he could live with, he had said, but just the one moon too? He wondered how this world's natives coped. Extrial had taken the journey the worst. The Starsling had been an improvised solution - it had never been meant to actually split up a soul as he had used it to. But that wasn't what worried him. All four of the Wanderers had complained that they had gaps in their memories. Though they could remember their lives in general, there were missing details. Ark and Chion had argued over the name of their mother - was it Deacia or Cradle? None of them could remember ever being in the same body either...except Extrial.
But even Extrial's mind was unclear on some points. He knew that, unlike the weapons held by his brothers, his staff was a weapon of legend in a disguise of varnished wood. He could remember it speaking to him of the future, but he couldn't remember what it had told him. And now it refused to speak on the subject any further, though it promised to reveal magical and fighting techniques in the future. One thing he did remember was the creation of the One. Many years in the future, the Wanderers would face several powerful foes. During the battle, one of them would join their souls together and form the One from whom they had all come from. But to do this, the other three would first have to fall... After debating whether to tell the others of this, Extrial decided against it. No one should have to live counting the days before their death, and they had many years left...

To most beings born to other realms, Otherworld was a place formed from nightmares. Dark, foreboding and deadly looking scenery seemed specially designed to strike fear into the hearts of intruders. A small group of murky clouds parted, allowing a beam of light to pass through and hurtle towards the ground. As it reached the ground and faded, four figures gazed at the surroundings.
"So this is the Otherworld." Ark commented. Chion grinned. "I like it!"
"You would." Ark chuckled.
"Ark, what was it the Oracle told you on Shanar? The exact words." Extrial instructed. Ark frowned in thought.
"The realm of Otherworld holds the one you must find. He is of the same blood as the fallen enemy and the one who chases you from far behind." Ark paused.
"You know, I still don't know what she meant." Chion spoke, uncertainly.
"Well, when you say 'the fallen enemy', that's presumably Malekai, right. Assuming he is actually dead." Sharve nodded. "It makes sense. But the enemy who chases us from behind? Do we have any real enemies outside of the Malekim?"
"If we do, we aren't aware of them." Extrial muttered. Chion frowned.
"I don't know if it means anything, but when Ark mentioned the other enemy, a name popped into my head…Tyryft. Does that mean anything to anyone?" Ark and Sharve shook their heads.
"That name..I think..." Extrial said after a moment. "It's....no. I seem to have heard it before, but I can't place it."
"Brothers." Sharve cut in. "Listen. Can you hear sounds of combat?" Battle sounds were coming from behind a large pile of rocks and rubble nearby. Several figures were engaged in combat. The Wanderers immediately recognised most of them.
"Malekim." cursed Chion.
"Take a look at the pale one with wings." Sharve urged. "That sword looks almost magical."
"Magical?" Extrial smirked. "That's Dawnrazor."
"What?!" Ark cried. "THAT'S Dawnrazor? Then that creature must be...." Extrial nodded. "Eternity, I believe his name is."
"Brothers." Sharve indicated another winged figure, this one with a body adorned with feathers. "The Gothim Eternity's companion is faring less well." Extrial chuckled. "Chion, you've been itching for a fight? Why don't you help him out?" Chion didn't even answer, he merely leapt into the battle, his claws tearing flesh and bone. The Malekim, startled by the unexpected reinforcements, were taken down almost immediately by several strikes from Dawnrazor. In moments, the Wanderers, Eternity and the feathered one were the only people left standing. Eternity addressed the brothers.
"I thank you for saving the life of my friends, but you trespass in my realm. Who are you, and what is it that you want?" Extrial stepped forward. "We are the Wanderers. I am Extrial. These are my brothers Ark...Chion...and Sharve." Eternity nodded. "And your purpose in Otherworld?" Extrial sighed.
"I'm not sure...but I think it is to find you."