New Atlantis. Once the bustling capital of the world, now reduced to a twisted, nightmarish hellscape, somehow without the slightest notice from the rest of society. Lilith floats several kilometers in the air, her glassy, vacant eyes focusing on nothing but taking in the entirety of the ruinous majesty before her. Not much emotion shows on her lovely face, but the corners of her glossy crimson lips curl slightly in distaste. The poor souls that she's dragging into this forsaken place can't possibly take it well, but their preferences aren't exactly something she can afford to take into consideration, given what is really at stake.

Her empty gaze turns toward the four people floating in front of her, each trapped in a prison of elaborate magic, swirling runes of darkness suppressing their consciousness. Even with their newfound powers, these former humans are like ants underneath an elephant's feet when compared with Lilith herself, but their magical potentials are truly remarkable. There is no training ground better than this apocalyptic city before them, and given the right trials and tribulations, hopefully they'll eventually become strong enough. And if not, well… She can always find others, no matter how many it takes.

Closing her eyes, Lilith sends out a pulse of invisible psychic energy, sweeping across everything in a fifty-kilometer radius around herself. Subtle enough to avoid detection by most beings, yet powerful enough to pass through most obstacles and precise enough to note down most relevant details, it quickly finds a suitable location for Lilith to deposit the former humans at. Initially separated from each other, and attacked by weak monsters shortly after regaining consciousness, this will provide a good opportunity for them to familiarize themselves with their new powers; but they are all close enough to each other that it should not take long for them to run into each other. If things do not go as planned, a little nudge can always be given to move things along. With a flick of her delicate fingers, she sends out four black darts that streak through the air and arrive at their destinations within seconds, before expanding into portals whose other ends open up next to her. Each unconscious person around her is then pulled by strings of invisible force through the portals, and placed gently upon the ground.

As the magic keeping them in a stupor dissipates, the four visitors quickly regain awareness, the process smooth enough that it seems as though only a few brief disorienting moments have passed. But their surroundings have totally changed, and so have their bodies. Their newly-awakened sixth senses soon become aware of the atmospheric aura of what New Atlantis had become, the immediate acrid sting of pain, terror, and despair mixed with the rotten stain of greed, lust, envy, and hatred, all riding on an undercurrent of something darker, more sinister that they cannot quite describe. An ordinary human would have been brought to his knees within seconds, but fortunately for the newcomers, this environment is little more than a highly unpleasant odor to their magically strengthened bodies and minds.

The metahumans begin to take in their surroundings. And just as Lilith intended, they hear the hissing and other inhuman noises of monsters nearby. This whole situation is almost certainly going to be too much to take in, but that has to be left for later. They have more urgent matters to take care of now.