"Hmm... I suppose the safest place to land would be here, in the outer regions in the land of Eregore. The thing is, however, I'm not entirely sure what to expect once I reach the other side."
Merciless spoke, his four eyes closed, and his right hand stretched forward, glowing a majestic-looking blue, dipping it into the very fabric of space within the Primix Dimension.
His consciousness seeped into the corruption of the dimension itself, and with subtle movements of his hand, he guided the flow of his mind deeper into the space of the Primix, like a steering wheel maneuvering a ship.
His vision turned inward, focusing on one of the oldest constructs in the entire Primix Dimension.
Which was a forgotten altar.
His mind stretched outward, and the vision of the world beneath him sharpened into focus. He saw an ancient city sprawling across the landscape by the uncountable, surrounded by thick grasslands and colossal, glowing trees.
