Flames surged up like pillars from the ground, wrapping around Adam and Lord Varos in a spiraling vortex of power.
Then everything changed.
Adam's boots slammed onto solid ground, but it wasn't the same eerie, dead space he'd just been in.
Instead, he was now in the middle of a battlefield.
The air was thick with smoke, blood, and the stench of rot.
All around him, Stream Hunters were locked in brutal combat against hordes of undead.
Skeleton warriors clashed with armored fighters, zombies swarmed across trenches, and necrotic magic danced through the air like fireflies from hell.
Adam blinked once.
It worked!
He didn't have time to celebrate.
But deep inside, there was a small flicker of satisfaction.
'Was it because that isolation space was just teleporting me somewhere else within the Tower?'
He quickly re-evaluated what he knew about the Tower of Yxthar's mechanics.
