Loimos, at this very instant, was no longer a wraith, no longer a spectator to ancient and buried memories, he had just witnessed incredible events, learned things that he might have never known about otherwise, but now was not the time for that, as he had been pulled exactly where Quideos Audit had hoped, a moment of a possible past that had not come to pass.
The undead was garbed in his regular armour and long black coat, the winds were strong, causing his mantle sway, dust and small bits of debris were being carried by the gusts.
The skeleton was in a wide, desolate flatland of upturned dirt, only decorated with the crumbling remnants of a few buildings, all of which seemed to resemble churches or other places of worship, the sky was blue and the sun was dim, there was no death force in the air, but neither was there life force, it was as though the two energies had clashed and both had been destroyed as a result of it, leaving no victor behind.
He realised where he was.
