Previously on the Adventure Zone, there are notes about the beast folk.

According to the notes, it's just like used to be animals over on earth and then,

as they sort of spent time in Sylvain in this alien world quickly transformed into these new forms.

Sylvain has become tall. Those living on her surface would seek to

shatter her body entirely in pursuit of their own survival.

My name is Woodbridge, Minister of Preservation. I ensure the survival of our kind,

in the wake of your world's countless, ruthless assaults, and the interpreter turns back to face you

and gives you a little bow and she says, yes, everything's okay. I just, God, she can't even pay

attention for a moment, even in the presence of royalty. Your finger touches the cold, smooth

stone as Minerva's blade cuts through the air.

For three quarters of one second, Avale is lifted. Minerva, the sion, far from

home, swings her blade through the air and six gateways to another world are torn throughout

the fabric of Kepler, West Virginia. The citizens manning the outposts around town prepare themselves

for whatever lies beyond these rifts. But for three quarters of one second, Minerva finds herself

uncharacteristically unprepared for what she sees through her portal. It is not Sylvain.

What Minerva sees and the rest of Kepler sees, albeit with slower minds, is light.

And through the light shapes lights at different depths. A chamber, antiseptic and cold,

illuminated from below by a pulsating living dome of brilliant light, illuminated from above by a

helix of beams of light stretching endlessly up a cylindrical chamber. It is a world, it is a room

that Minerva has seen before. Just two short months ago, standing on top of the green bank

telescope with her squire. And now, like then, pieces of a puzzle that she's been solving her

entire life begin sliding slowly closer together. Literally and figuratively, the heroes of Kepler

...