Emery's mind raced as he stood amidst the eerie, distorted landscape. A perfect replica of Citadel City stretched out before him, down to the destroyed northern gate and the freshly shattered building from the recent sandstorm.
But this was no mere illusion; his divine sense confirmed it was a physical world.
How is this possible?
Emery questioned, his thoughts churning. His spatial ability probed the area, desperate to decipher the natural laws of this strange mirror world.
A low chuckle echoed across the battlefield, drawing his attention.
Tolaro emerged from the shadows, his piercing gaze locked onto Emery as he smirked.
"You cannot comprehend this place, can you?" Tolaro taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. "You've yet to reach the Grand Magus realm. Escape is beyond you!"
