The enormity of his failure was suffocating. The realization that he had not only lost his home but had been unable to prevent its destruction left Zack with a profound sense of helplessness. The landscape mirrored his internal turmoil, an expanse of broken dreams and failed hopes, where even his greatest abilities had failed to make a difference.
Zack spent several hours in a daze, unable to think things through. The only thing he knew was the fact that he fell for the enemy's trap. In the end, his only option left was to keep looking for humans elsewhere and hope to prevent the world from turning worse.
"... The planet is still here. Perhaps with true magic, I can change things back to the way they were," Zack thought. "Still, how much time do I have for that?"
