Lyon smiled and spread his arms wide. "Welcome to the Ghadora Plains!"
Igris snapped out of his daze. Right. He was in the Ghadora Plains now.
He scanned his surroundings. They were in a giant, domed hall. Behind them was a circular arc door frame identical to the one on Earth, its whirlpool spinning slowly.
"Let's head out," Lyon said, leading the way.
When they walked through the hall's exit and stepped outside, Igris realized they had just emerged from the base of a towering structure.
"That's the Force Tower," Lyon explained. "It sits in the middle of the city. The entire city's mana and runic energy grid is supplied by that spire."
Igris tilted his head back. The tower was hundreds of meters tall, its entire structure made of alien steel, piercing into the clouds like a jagged spear. Countless glowing occult runes were carved into its surface. The plaza at its base was paved with unknown black rocks, also etched with runes that exuded a mysterious, heavy aura.
