The area around the group began churning wildly, the sight before their eyes becoming impossible to comprehend. And then, violet cracks began spreading through the chaotically churning scenery.
CRACK!
And then, the chaotic imagery shattered apart.
Mikhail was suddenly standing in front of them. On the ground this time. And he was taking on an unfamiliar battle stance.
His spear's staff was behind him, and the tip was pointed off to the side. It looked to be an entirely impractical stance with no real benefits. For show rather than for practicality.
Meanwhile, the dragon was now flying above them yet again. And behind the dragon, a large matrix of boulders floated ominously.
The dragon seemed just as lost as the group was, the crimson glow in its eyes faint as it looked around in confusion. However, it could feel the matrix of boulders under its control behind its back.
And when it looked down, it saw the bastards that defiled his home.
