A sphere of red light appeared in the middle of the clearing.
The flash lit up everything around it for a fraction of a second before fading, and from inside that sphere Mark and his subordinates appeared.
Mark was the first to open his eyes, and the first thing he saw was blue sky.
The second thing he saw was that all around them, in every direction, there were soldiers.
Hundreds of them.
'What the hell…'
They wore dark blue uniforms with silver details, and every one of them had a drawn weapon aimed directly at Mark's group.
Behind the first line of soldiers were archers with arrows already nocked and strings pulled taut, ready to fire.
And behind the archers, further back, was a group of what appeared to be mages, hands extended forward with small magical circles glowing in their palms.
The place where they had appeared was not a beautiful empty meadow.
It was a military camp.
