While the others were getting ready, Death decided to inform Azrael of their current plans.<span style="font-style: italic">Azrael,</span>Death began through the link they still had open;<span style="font-style: italic">we are changing locations to better prepare the Hunters for the fight ahead. Stay where you are and watch over Abbadon and the injured one for the time being, and inform me of anything that might be important. Return to me when I call upon you.</span><br/><br/>After Death's wakeup call, the Hunters slowly got up one by one until they had all risen and prepared, collecting whatever possessions they still had left and gathering in front of their 'leader.' Death rose his arm and pointed it at the wall, opening his hand so his palm was parallel to it. A portal began forming on it, much like the others; a swirling mixture of inky blacks and blinding whites, constantly shifting and reforming in a never ending dance. "If none of you have anything more to prepare, then we will leave immediately," Death spoke. After nobody moved to do anything else, he nodded. "Very well." With those words, he turned and walked through the portal, leaving the void behind.<br/><br/><br/>What he saw on the other side was the last thing any of them expected. Immediately after walking through, there was a blinding light that caused even the Grim Reaper to squint his eyes and flinch. After the immense brightness wore off, they could all see that once must have been lush forests and beautiful greenery was now coated in a thick layer of ice and snow; a pure white wasteland, reflecting the sun to an almost blinding degree. There was an unnatural chill in the air, as if the environment itself was fighting unsuccessfully against some unseen force to regain its land. 'Unnatural' was, in essence, the perfect word to describe everything about this new environment. Death's brow furrowed at the sight; it took even him a few moments to process what he was seeing and feeling. The other Hunters gradually passed through the portal, each in turn being blinded just as he had, and each in awe at the sight that lay before them. Once they had all arrived and the portal quietly shut behind them, there was a long pause where the only sound that could be heard was that of the cold wind that heralded the arrival of frost.<br/><br/>"...What?"<br/><br/>~End of Act 1~