Ruins. Everywhere the eyes could see… were ruins.
As if a giants foot had stomped earth, the ground was strewn with debris--remnants of what existed before. Crushed down and broken, the previous structures were now just sediments.
Ragnör crawled, scarlet eyes darting left and right as evergreen fog spewed from his drooling mouth.
No sign of Alistair. As if he vanished from existence.
"Are you dea-"
Before those words finished, clicks began to echo. Their source, unknown.
"Mutt. Stop your disgraceful groveling. I am up here."
Ragnör stopped sniffing the air and steadily glanced up.
Clouds of fog drifted, looming, snuffing the light and bringing only darkness.
A figure sat atop this unnatural phenomenon, overlooking the entire ruin… head rested on arms.
A mocking grin slowly crossed its face.
"Dear Ragnör, when did you have the illusion I ever attacked?"
"When did I fall for your tric-deception?"
