General Maxwell stepped onto the familiar soil of the planet, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. The ground felt solid under his boots, the air carrying the same scents of home, yet something intangible had shifted, stirring a subtle unease within him.
He knew without doubt that it wasn't an illusion and that he truly stood on Truy, but the atmospheric mana of the planet was noticeably purer than it had ever been. It flowed around him like a gentle current, infused with a minute, incomprehensible essence that tingled against his senses, hinting at deeper changes.
"I'm very sure we are in Truy, but yet again something seems different about it," General Maxwell muttered, his brow furrowing in thought. He stretched his senses outward beyond the planet's atmosphere, probing the surrounding space to better understand the puzzling situation.
