Just moments prior, Galen Magna had reappeared in the broken shell of Icua—Zone 10—courtesy of his flame-based teleportation spell. The space he arrived in was familiar. It was the exact location where the mysterious portal had once ripped him from this realm and spat him into that maddeningly peaceful dimension. Now, that same ground was covered in dust, debris, and the scorched remains of what clearly had been an all-out warzone.
He stepped forward through a jagged arch of half-melted stone, the scent of ozone and burned metal still lingering in the air. His crimson coat fluttered behind him, barely touched by soot or grime. His expression remained impassive as he looked over the desolation.
"Looks like Magnus had his own fun with a hybrid freak," Galen muttered, voice laced with faint irritation as his boots crunched over shattered cobblestone.
