Ben opened his eyes as the distorted space began to stabilize, returning to normal.
Beside him, Baal also opened his eyes.
"Those damn Magus interfered with the teleportation."
Ben pushed himself up and looked around.
The ground was cracked, dry, and lifeless. It was a wasteland.
He lifted his head.
A blue sky stretched above him.
Ben inhaled slowly and felt the air.
The mana was richer, and the air felt fresher.
'This is the surface.'
His eyes narrowed.
The space vibrated again.
A massive city appeared in the distance, phasing into existence as if it had been pulled out of a painted scroll and forced into reality.
Ben's gaze hardened.
'The Nephirid capital?'
The air trembled once more.
This time, another distortion opened on the opposite side of the field.
His own fortress emerged, along with Elvira, Draeven and the templar.
Ben took a slow breath.
He had always wanted to go to the surface on this planet, 'to think I achieve it in this way.'
