*Legion'ri asks question.* "...What gender are you? What is your name? Need to know, for documents and the such." *Death Knight then pulls out with reason.* "I've got other important matters to settle elsewhere." *Unknown portal opens to take the Knight to an unspecified vessel, which then heads off to an unspecified important matters.* *The Legion'ri then looks up. An Avatar of Kol stands still, watching this.* "...I knew my Kal'eon weren't so...effective? against other females-or-akin-to of other species. At least the Koldraxians are capable of navigating these mazes easier... I'll teach my Kal'eon that for future reference." *The statue breathes in, the sound is strange, echoing, altered. As if driven by the will of something beyond even the gods' comprehension.* "You, [Pink Ranger]. You are one of the countless many selected personally from thousands of different instances of existence to serve in imposing Order on Chaos. The simplest tasks will await you, such as weaponry practice and honing of combat skills in simulated fronts, then deployment on several low-severity missions to get you used to the reality, then the difficulty will slowly rise. Ask me when ready. One 'another thing': If you have any questions, now would be a good time to ask them."