Back in Tynoon—Zone 8—the city burned beneath the midday sun.
Mystica stood at the center of it all, her midnight cloak whipping in the wind, a glow of mystic light pulsing at her palms. She was in command here, just as Magnus was in Icua, Zone 10. And just like him, she now found herself at the heart of sudden chaos.
Just moments ago, the evacuation had been proceeding smoothly. The streets were lined with families shuffling toward the glowing portals in orderly lines. Knights held the roads clear, and mages supported the effort with detection spells and healing enchantments.
Then the world cracked open.
