Ian hit the wasteland hard, rolling several times before coming to a stop.
He lay prone on the ground, gasping for air, his lungs burning as if on fire.
Gaga collapsed beside him, its feathers caked with dust, its small belly heaving violently.
A few seconds later, Ian struggled to sit up and looked back.
The entrance to the Underground Palace was gone.
All that remained was a pile of collapsed rubble and a slowly rotating, shrinking Void vortex.
The vortex flickered one last time and vanished with a soft POP.
In its place, there was only barren Rock and dust.
The Sleeping Underground Palace had completely detached from the Wizard World, drifting away into the unknown Void.
Ian let out a long breath.
He felt inside his robes; both Jade Boxes were there.
The small tree was safe and sound, its Five Fruits arranged in a circle, extending threads to embrace one another.
"Finally... we're out."
