In the heart of a dark city ... its streets burned and ruined, its towering buildings looming overhead, its stone-paved roads drowned in blood—Ethan found himself alone. Somehow, he had been separated from his companions, as if by sheer impossibility, torn away by a spell that had instantly displaced him.
Wherever he turned his gaze, he saw nothing but more of the same—endless buildings, bridges, streets… and at times, structures that resembled churches and cathedrals.
"There's no way this is the Old Ashvarn spoken of in legends… something about it is different," Ethan muttered to himself as he walked cautiously across the rooftop he had climbed earlier.
His reasoning was sound. Old Ashvarn was supposed to be the mirror half of the current city.
Yet what stretched before him felt several times larger than the Ashvarn above.
No matter which direction he looked, he could not find its end.
