Brol forest. Miles away from Kizamgaar's ruins.
A lone man was seen traversing through a winding forest path that seemed to be getting increasingly wider as he kept on going forward.
The sound of his footsteps echoed in the surroundings. However, they sounded stretched and weird for some reason. It was as if they had been through some kind of spatial distortion.
The man walked at a leisurely pace. However, for some reason, he was able to cross hundreds of meters with his single step. It was as if the spatial laws of the world were beginning to bend to his will, allowing him to travel great distances at a pace that looked like someone's morning walk.
"Hmm. Even the afternoon sky looks different with three… no… four suns in the sky. One real sun and the other three seemed to be the satellite planets," the man mumbled to himself as he walked.
