“Right!” said Banagher. The Unicorn knelt down. Thrusters engaged. Jets of flame seared down into the ice below, melting the sub-zero ground into warm pools. Sam held tightly to the shoulder as the Unicorn violently shook. And finally— liftoff.

The icy wastes faded away. Black oblivion engulfed them. There was an eerie stillness to the void. All Sam could look to for comfort from the cold surrounding and the cold below were those stars. They flowed along their steadfast path, carrying souls along that Grand Land he had traversed so long ago. But he would not follow them again. He would push those stars aside.

The sky opened up. Limbo’s pale light descended from above. Compared to the darkness, it was downright heavenly. And perhaps there was truth in that. After all, it was Hell’s very edge. The place where it and Earth met.

But Earth would stay unseen. Dark branches choked limbo’s light into shafts. Thousands of contorted limbs grasped throughout the Styx. It was then that Sam realized the true enormity of the Qliphoth. As the Hellcaptain steered into its crown, Sam felt as though he were entering another Circle unto itself. He didn’t have the slightest clue as to where he would even begin searching for Armstrong.

That is until he saw a massive building explode out of one of the branches. That was probably a good place to start.

- Ragnarust Round 5