If four worlds are too many i apologize... but my beloved land of Oz needs a Renaissance, in a matter of words. So, welcome, traveler from beyond the rainbow, welcome, to Oz...
(Oh, yeah, and read from the first post)

Enter: Illua

The portal opened, and lita stepped out of it. All around her, mindless soldiers were busy making black mages out of mist, of any and all races. She couldn't help but shudder as a bangaa and viera black mage were led out of the Mist-machine. They reminded her too much of Vasil and herself. She finally came to the place she was going to.
"Illua," She said, pounding her arm to her bosom and bowing a military bow. Illua turned. "I have captured three of-"
"I know already," Illua interrupted her. "With two Grimiores"- she ran her hand over a Grimoire with a rabbit motif-" I know anything that happens in my story. Get back to work. You're being slow with your job- odd, considering your reputation."
Lita stifled a reflexive attack. Who are you to judge my methods? She thought bitterly. Remember, Illua,... there's a reason I keep attention to detail...