Our group of Shard Hunters stand in front of a glowing black hole, pulsing and writhing on the ruined wall ahead of them. One of the Hunters reaches out, black shard in hand, and slides it into the hole. It’s mad sexy.
Behind them, atop a small ledge against the wall, a blue hole begins to glow in the wall. Another Hunter climbs the short ladder up, as bird-like creatures begin to swarm into the room and attack. The Hunter pulls out the blue shard and places it in the hole in the wall.
A new glow begins in the middle of the ground. This one is red. The closest Hunter pulls the red shard from his or her pouch and throws it into the hole, dodging a swooping attack. The room begins to shake, and rocks begin to tumble down on top of the Hunters. The ceiling falls apart in pieces and the ground begins to rumble and rise up. More flying creatures attack. The ground rises higher and higher, teetering on top of something.
The Hunters continue to fend off attacks in the quiet of the sky. Suddenly, a giant hand comes from around the edge of the ruined piece of ground they stand upon and smacks down atop the Hunters.