'History changed, part of it did. Ereena was right. There is a rupture in space and time. I need to go, now,' teleportation scrolls in hand – the somber Rosespire skyscape flashed for a similar skyscape bracing the Plaustan horizon. The tower of Aria/Aris laid at a particular angle. Medieval influence mixed with the growing technological advancements. Streets were asphalted and buildings sturdy. The town felt no more different than in memory. '-there,' the senses horned, '-a rapture. He approached the town square, before rose the pillar of Achilles as opposed to Staxius.