As Zane regained his senses, he saw that the ground glowed with a larger version of the same symbol that he had seen before the teleportation had occurred.

His surroundings had now become a dark but grand church hall. Around him, other summoned people were arriving in flashes of purple light, sharing his bewilderment.

They had been plucked from their lives and worlds, yet no one had a clue as to where they were. 

Fear and uncertainty danced in their eyes. People of different backgrounds and origins were now bunched up in this dark place as a part of this inexplicable event. 

"Is this real?" he muttered, grappling with the surrealism of the situation. He couldn’t understand what anyone else was saying, which, as he understood, could mean that everyone summoned to this hall had come from worlds different to his own.

Despite this realization, he knew he had to act. Commotion and panic weren’t going to fix anything, and especially not get him back to his people. 

He stepped into the midst of the bewildered crowd, rallying them. His voice, steady and firm, rose above the tumult, urging unity and a quest for understanding.

"We must remain calm and work together,” he said, as he motioned with his hands. 

“We need answers—about who brought us here, what this place is, and what is the purpose behind all this." He wasn’t sure if the people truly understood what he had just said, but their attention was on him nonetheless.

The gathering quietened, eyes fixed on him, searching for guidance. Zane felt the weight of leadership pressing upon him. He took a breath and continued, mustering hope and determination.

But then, the darkness began to ebb around the edges of the hall, unveiling their unexpected spectators. Twelve figures, cloaked in dark purple and black robes, emerged from the shadows, with dark purple energy flowed at their fingertips. 

“These must be the people that brought everyone here,” Zane thought. A hushed awe swept through the assembly as they descended, their faces shrouded by hoods.

Then, a loud sound was heard from above the summoned people. A huge bulk of a man started to descend upon the crowd. As he descended upon them, he began to speak, and to Zane’s surprise, he could hear his words with absolute clarity. 

“Greetings foreigners, I am Pope Famias,’ the giant man said, “A humble man who has dedicated his life in service of our one true god and savior, Shobris.” 

As he spoke, Zane also started to understand what the people around him were saying, all of whom were sharing serious concerns as to what the intentions of this Famias character were.

 “You lot are but a fraction of the people brought here to serve Lord Shobris, and our wonderful world of Furnodis. You people are definitely not the first, and most certainly won’t be the last to serve such a glorious purpose!”