"This altar... is it a portal to the Otherworld?"
Ron tried to control the excitement in his voice, but the light in his eyes was hard to hide:
"If there's truly a stable Otherworld rift in the Black Mist Jungle, that would be an invaluable resource."
Trish looked at his suddenly eager expression, a knowing smile on her lips.
"You seem particularly interested in the concept of the 'Otherworld,' Ron."
She said teasingly:
"But I must disappoint you, the so-called exotic rift isn't the vast complete Otherworld you imagine, at most it's just a residual image projection from world collisions."
Ron's enthusiasm noticeably cooled: "You mean..."
"A truly complete Otherworld is a domain only Official Wizards and even Great Wizards are qualified to enter and explore."
Trish's tone turned serious: "For apprentices like us, just approaching a true cross-realm passage would be torn apart by the surrounding dimensional turbulences, our bodies and souls completely shattered."
