Several small orbs of light coalesced into a single spot, and from them, a figure of a human man could be seen forming. The man, clad in a metal mask, armed with hook swords, stood as his eyes adjusted once more to the sun of Earth. Kabal had not been back to earth in a long while now, and it was a bit refreshing to look at something other than dark purple skies or the ever shifting mess of Chaosrealm. However, Kabal recognized that this place was unlike the earth that he called home. 

He would take on this mission alone, the other Black Dragon members remaining in Outworld on missions of their own. Havik had informed him of the chaotic presence that he detected in this place, and Kabal sought to cultivate its growth. Stepping out of the alleyway that he had appeared in, it became apparent that he was in a city of sorts. People walked the streets, a few seemed to stare at the bizarre respirator that he wore, and the hook swords on his back. Kabal paid them little mind, eyes fixated ahead as he began to walk, letting the essence of Chaos guide him. With luck, the source of this discord could be found, and nurtured into full blown anarchy. And perhaps, maybe new recruits into the Black Dragon could be found here.