Third-person POV
Still in the crossfire between Steein's soldiers and the Deathcallers and their army in the city, Karolo was desperate for his safety while carrying around a backpack that contained his essentials for his new life in this world. He snuck through the narrow alleyways, all the while he was trying his best to avoid the bullets and stray debris and magic from hitting him. He is fighting for his life.
But then, two of the hooded Deathcallers, siblings Dan and Vanda Ciercello, spotted the Otherworlder in their path between the buildings. "A civilian…" Dan muttered while he and his sister were cold at Karolo.
Karolo flinched at them. "W-Who are you?"
As Karolo backed away, Dan and Vanda summoned their Deathcaller magic in hostility.
"Die, human…" Vanda hissed, before unsheathing her Deathcaller Sword, a special sword that guarantees death for those who fell into it.
Terrified by this, Karolo turns arounds and makes a run for it.
He was slow, however, and Vanda lunged at him in a deathly blur and stabbed him in the back.
This also pierced whatever stuff in Karolo's backpack that got in the way of the deadly metal.
Dan pulled out his pistol and shot Karolo's dead in the back.
Karolo felt the intense agony.
As Vanda pulls out her sword, Karolo felt to the cold cobblestone, feeling the unlucky circumstances he unluckily got himself into.
Everything went black, but when Karolo opened his eyes, he was in a paradise, with his previous self Tomas Chavez offering a bottle of Mountain Dew to him. "Are you thirsty, Karolo?"
Karolo was taken aback and looked around; he wasn't in Darkhtan, but he was in the Realm of Comfort, a temporary holding realm for Otherworlders who got hurt in their new lives.
He will remain there for 1 hour until his body in Darkhtan heals itself back.
