It was a clear, in the middle of what looked like a forest. There was a young adult who did not look older than twenty-five. He wore light blue fabrics and brown pants. All loose and slightly discolored, with small cuts in certain areas, typical worn clothes. But if there was something that differentiated that subject from the rest at first glance, it was not his bright brown hair, nor his slender physique, nor even his positive attitude to a situation that seemed to surpass him. It was his total and complete humanity, his absolute lack of any animal trait.

And his situation, as I said, was not the most encouraging. But let's hear it from his own mouth.

— Log of E. O. Hypertemporal Standard Date 2 ^ 100 + 11037. Seventh day since the incident, most devices still do not work, but the radiobeacon is almost operational. On the way back from the nearby town I have seen these creatures of the reptilia class interact in both protective and hostile ways to the populations of intelligent natives. It seems that I fell in the middle of a war zone, but beyond that I can't understand the context of it, except that these reptiles are strongly involved in the conflict.

As for me, I still don't know if it is necessary to cover myself with that tunic that I got, most of the local natives are human in large part, but all show some other animal trait to the naked eye. Then there are those that seem to be known as "Savages", which are rather fully animal in skin and base features, but retaining the standard humanoid contexture. Anyway, I don't know if pure humans exist or existed, or if they are a rarity, I only know that this shell turned out to be more of an inconvenience than an adequate camouflage. — He says while it sounds that he is hitting something, then he continues.

— As for the local fauna, it seems to fall within the classification T bar F plus plus (T / F ++). For the neophytes, that is Terra base with Fant additions of moderately high amplitude, or at least it is what I judge by the variety of creatures that I am finding in the square meters that I have explored this forest, plus what I can see in the villages close. I can say something similar about the flora, of course, or I could if that plant that I encountered had not spoken to me, only to try to eat me. I am seriously considering creating a new subtype of addition just for that. "Plants that tried to eat the great Elliot Onion, extradimensional explorer", do you think it's good, or is it too short? Just kidding, just kidding. Come on Elliot, focus, don't act like a madman. Would you do me that favor? Oh, now I'm talking to myself, this is getting worse very fast. I'm going to breathe and count to ten. Oh Mother! What is that?

The recording was interrupted by a being of extraordinary appearance. Elliot thought for a moment that it was some living ship that his superiors used to brag about, or some display of lights the natives had set up, but it was something else, something more... Heavenly.

—Do not fear, young traveler of the cosmos. — Said that being with a feminine voice, elegant and sophisticated.

To these words, Elliot realized that he was facing a being from his own stratum, or from a similar one at least.

— Who you are? — He asked.

— The ruler of the emotional plane of this reality. My name is Yugelmatria. It's a pleasure to have visits from beings like you. — Said the creature, of an aspect that Elliot was able to qualify as wyvern, with a gleaming shine on her golden scales.

Then, she reduced her size to match that of him, ceasing to shine in the process, and revealing scales with colors of precious stones scattered like treasure, but harmoniously, for all her splendor.

Being a ruler, unlike him, a simple scout and messenger, it was clear to both that such an act of humility was unnecessary and an escape from protocol.

— It is so unimportant what you come to tell me, that you put yourself at my height? — He said while kneeling.

— Get up, save your honor for your own superiors. — The ruler said in a voice of authority, but with tact. —I perceived the power that came from you since you set foot in this world, but due to the tricks of your people it has not been possible for me, not even my superiors, to find you, until now. And I've been looking for you, not for something unimportant, but to welcome you and offer you my help.

— I'm not worthy of that.

—Well, what a lonely life I would have if I limited myself to interact with those who are worthy. Don't you think?

— I guess.

— Good. How about we do something with that ship? 

—Can you fix it? — Elliot asked. 

— Unfortunately not.

— Why?

— My power at this time is limited by something known as the Law of Reduced Intervention. And thanks Alkos that he gave me enough authority to manifest myself.

— Alkos would be the ... Highest One ... Around here? — Before this comment from the visitor, Yugelmatria could not help but giggle before answering.

—Yes, it could be said. Well, I think I know what I can do, wait and see.

 After this, The Divine Wyvern vanished in the air, and after she left a small hole in reality, about the size of one of its claws in the air. And on the other side of the hole, nothing more and nothing less than the person he had tried to call all that time.

— ¡Yuria!

— ¡Elliot! —The aforementioned shouted, as if instead of being surprise, she was expecting that something like this would happen. 

 The woman, with copper-brown hair and a serious face complemented by reading glasses and a lab coat, could not but reprimand her undisciplined companion.

—Don't tell me you stole the only ship I forbade you to use —to these words, the young man shook his head — only to take the only route I forbade you to take — and again denied — to end up stranded in the only group of universes that we have completely prohibited.

And this third time, the traveler answered. 

— Nope ... Well, yep. 

And the woman on the other side of the gap brought her palms to her head.

— Well, — she said — in that case I inform you that now you are in the territory of a Zetta category entity that literally eats universes. And you're alone. Good luck!

— Wait, do not leave me here! — Elliot said making a drama and distorting his cry —This world is in full war! We are millennia away from the technology that I need to fix the equipment! And I didn't even finish Half-Life 3!

— Ugh, it's okay, I think that through that hole I can pass a portable bioandroid, before closing the crack. But do not expect me to answer for you if you get into trouble.

— Deal!