[Ruvian's POV]
A moment before, everything around him had been trembling beneath the crushing force of Ophelia's spell. The world within his sight was violently contorting, so severely that even the landscape had begun to blur and deform.
Steeling himself for whatever was about to happen, Ruvian simply endured the onslaught of the spell. Still, the distortion only continued to worsen. The island beneath his feet, and even the air itself, warped beyond recognition.
In the very next second, before his senses could fully adjust, everything abruptly changed…
Ruvian was no longer standing on the island.
Instead, he found himself in some sort of grotesque space, where colossal black boulders hovered solemnly throughout the vast expanse. There was no ocean beneath him, no familiar darkened sky above, nor even the slightest trace of the island he had occupied mere moments ago. (+1,000PP)
