Kyren's POV
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What welcomed him after Amara's manor ripped apart and sucked him into another dimension wasn't a vast empty space. It wasn't a space twisted my time or chaotic energies.
No.
It was somewhere familiar. Almost welcoming.
Red sands. Harsh desert winds. Sharp heat from the sun above. Ashen red clouds and skies.
"By Hades' gates…" he mumbled, taking in the scenery.
This was supposed to be the middle of the Dark Lands.
Except it wasn't.
"I must say, mother." He chuckled, clapping a couple times. "Your attention to detail is impeccable. Fascinating use of illusion magic."
He was no fool. He could easily sense that the whole thing was fake.
For several seconds he got no response.
Wherever he was in the "Dark Lands" right now, was vast and empty. There was nothing but red sand dunes and barrenness for miles.
Like that was supposed to be a restriction…
