Suddenly, the dream world twisted.
Without warning, the sky shattered like glass, and Orien was dragged downward with his arms still bound as the scenery warped around him.
A new illusion unfolded, vivid and merciless.
He now stood, unshackled but motionless, atop the burning ruins of a towering spire.
The air reeked of blood, ash, and scorched parchment. All around him, the once-grand halls of the Azure Flame Hall collapsed under the onslaught of spell.
He watched this scene again.
His comrades, the senior and junior members of his organization, were screaming, dying, burned, frozen, and dismembered by spells cast by three invading wizard organizations. The golden insignia of their enemies flew arrogantly in the sky: Thornspire Enclave, Glacier Veil Tower, and Skylumen Chapter.
