When they appeared on the other side of the Dimensional Gate, they were effectively in the Middle Dimension of The Maw… which was called the Mars Plane.
The shift was jarring—less like walking through a gate and more like being hurled out of one world and swallowed whole by another.
They landed in the exact center of a vast plaza; its obsidian tiles threaded with veins of glowing crimson.
Overhead loomed a sky that wasn't truly a sky; aside from its colors, it mirrored the one over the Earth Plane—the Middle Dimension of the Ninth Organism.
Black and red clouds twisted in slow, intentional spirals, rising into a flawless vertical tunnel that disappeared into the darkness above.
Every so often, distant flashes of blood-red, silent lightning lit up the tunnel walls.
Far ahead, somewhere deep in that dark crimson tunnel, the Ninety-Ninth Heaven awaited. The plaza bustled with life and motion.
