Damian heard voices—confusing, overlapping voices mixed with his headache and the countless mana signatures around him. Ugh. It felt like one of those dreaded Monday mornings when he had to drag himself to lectures after drinking beers the night before. Then, in a sudden flash, he remembered he was no longer on Earth.
'Kazak… Mira… Did they make it?'
Damian opened his eyes to find himself in a tent. Mana signatures flooded the area, making him momentarily disoriented. But one mana signature—the largest, warm and filled with nature's essence—stood out. Vidalia was here. Had they reached the Dreaded Lands? No, that couldn't be… So she came here? What happened to the war?
"Uh… Are you awake? Or just having a bad dream?" A voice called out beside him. Damian had been so focused on sensing mana that he'd forgotten about the person next to him.
There was only one person nearby, someone he hadn't seen in a long time.
