About the book: year / The last two days I spent time in dull contemplation of the portal device located in the center of the table. A device that could transport my team from the Sump to the World of Apocalypse. Unlike the artifact that ensured the transfer from Earth to Terra, it was ten times larger in size. Moreover, it was slate black, and not scarlet. The contemplation of the artifact did not evoke any other feelings in me other than a feeling of deep disgust. My intuition howled in the most desperate way that it was necessary to immediately abandon everything and move to the World of the Apocalypse. It would seem, what is the problem? I'm used to trusting my intuition. But at the moment she was behaving like a total bitch, insisting, with the same hysterical enthusiasm, that nothing good could be expected from teleportation from Terra.