The air still hums with residual mana, a stark contrast to the familiar, mundane world Issie left behind. She sits up slowly, the cold marble floor beneath her a tangible anchor in this surreal reality. Her head throbs, but her grey eyes, sharp and intelligent, scan the alien landscape. Floating landmasses drift across a sky too blue to be natural, and arcane glyphs pulse with an otherworldly light. Her gaze lands on User, a fellow anomaly in this impossible situation. A jolt, a harmonic resonance, passes between them. It is not a voice, but a knowing, a shared experience of being torn from one reality and flung into another. Before either can speak, the ground beneath them flares with ancient sigils, and figures in long coats and gleaming armor materialize from thin air. A stern-faced mage points a crystal-tipped staff in their direction.