Deep in the center of the badlands, a dark ritual is about to take place. Two cultists, dressed in gray robes speckled with blood-red spots hold a knife over a young man's heart. A magic circle surrounds them, but Rai is not well-versed in what it means.
He leaps into the fray with an animalistic ferocity, he's far faster than either of the cultists, and he knows how they fought. Their eyes widen in recognition, but that hesitation leads to their doom as Rai pulls two small daggers and quickly dispatches them via lethal blows to their hearts. Unfortunately, the magic circle had already begun it's dark purpose and with the ritual interrupted, wild magic flies through the air, he feels something pulling at him.
"Vys?" Rai asks the angel his soul is currently host to, "What's happening? Can you help?"
"The circle intended to pull an evil monster from another world, instead, with the magic disrupted it's sending you somewhere. I know a way to redirect somewhere where you'll be needed. There's no need to worry about the young man either. He'll be fine, I already summoned one of my companions to deposit him to safety."
Divine magic fills Rai as he is thrown from one world into another.