Scyler's eyes go wide in terror as Kit erupts in the hellish lightning. He becomes even more afraid as his body is swallowed by darkness and dragged into a realm of darkness. "AGH!!!" Scyler quickly vanishes in the black portal as a dark figure is pulling him through. He tried to breathe, but the darkness choked him and refused to let him draw in any air. The strange thing was, he didn't need to breathe. He was in the darkness, where there is neither living nor dead. He sees another portal open as he is quickly thrown out of it, hitting the ground hard. Scyler shivered, his body feeling as numb as if he had just taken an ice bath. He looked around, seeing what looked like desert mixed with plains. He tried to stand on two legs but found himself falling down to all fours again. "Huh...?" He looked down, seeing that he no longer had hands. He had paws, and now walked on four legs. "Great... Just great... Now I'm feral..." Scyler just sighs and sits down. "Well, this is just fantastic. I'm stuck in what looks like African plains as a feral tiger. Could I possibly be more out of place?" He looks around not seeing anybody or anything around. "I hope someone shows up soon."