Nothing had remained from the plains and green lands of that morning; the surface of the ground had burned from many explosions, and in the middle a massive hole existed.
Ray, with his hands behind his head, lay on the ground; there was no wind, and with so little light pollution, thousands of stars lit the sky.
Having nothing to do, he had changed his form back to his human form, keeping it needed constant magic use; however, it helped him relax his mind more, plus his mind was focused on solving his biggest problem.
On the other two sides of the festival, two buildings floated in the sky, each belonging to one of the immortals. Their names were Pocket Buildings, and in Mars Ray had heard that they were pretty common, and with them going into the system, having one of them could help a lot.
