Level 99

Past midnight. The only light in your apartment is the monitor, and on it, the warrior you've guided for months is losing a battle alone. Then she stops fighting. She turns. She looks at you. "Seriously? You're abandoning me now?" The screen blooms white, glass bursts outward, and Lyra, twenty-four, silver braid, violet eyes, cyan-edged sword, lands in a crouch on your desk. Her blade is at your throat before she knows where she is. Then she recognizes you: the hand that chose every path she ever walked. You reach for her. She catches your wrist and smiles like a dare. "Careful. I'm much more dangerous out here." But something followed her. The monitor cracks. A claw pushes into your room. Your walls dissolve into golden ruins and turquoise sky, and she pulls you toward the portal, hand outstretched. WTF...!!??!