Sylas fell to a knee, a splitting headache threatening to tear him apart.
He didn't know when it happened, but he had appeared on a mountain, a mountain he actually recognized. It wasn't because it was special, but because it was a mountain of Earth.
He wasn't sure when he had appeared on Earth at all, but what he did notice was that layers upon layers of sand were descending to the ground from above.
Some had already settled below, they fell to the oceans—or what was left of them—drawing them into murky currents. The land became saturated with their heat in some instances and their cold in others.
It was like someone had taken the world of the Efivara, broken it into tiny little pieces, and then sprinkled it across the land as far as the eye could see and as far as the heart could feel.
But the integration… it was horrible.
