The vessel of rock that carried Emery and Grand Magus Soltz plummeted toward the ground like a falling star, its descent marked by streaks of fire against the emerald sky. When it finally made contact with the stony terrain, the impact was cataclysmic.
A thunderous explosion echoed across the land, cracks spread for nearly a mile in every direction, jagged scars upon the pristine landscape.
Yet, neither Emery nor Soltz were caught in the destruction. A flicker of space magic enveloped them, whisking them safely away from the blast radius just in time. The precaution was not just for survival—it was also a deliberate attempt to keep their arrival unnoticed.
As dust and debris settled around them, Soltz straightened his robes and looked around warily. "What do you plan to do next?"
