Antonius lost the connection; the world before him vanished and was replaced with a blurry image instead. Whether he looked left, right, skywards or down at his feet, he saw nothing but a man holding someone else on some roadway of an Imperial city - the vaguest rise of Champion's Tower told him at once it was Crimson Sky - the capital. Try as he might, he could not dismiss the image; it seemed that Rinack's power was beyond him, even in his weakest state.

[i]No. He is bluffing. I can force my way through this, not away from it.[/i]

With a great expenditure of energy, Antonius stepped forwards and through the image. The din of a distant battle sounded from far off, but gone were the fields of green occupied with the Empire's soldiers and the savagemen. He stood on one of Crimson Sky's main thoroughfares. People rushed this way and that, about their daily business. Something was off though; their clothing told of a bygone fashion, and as he looked towards the Emperor's Grand Palace, he saw construction towers and scaffolding. He had gone back in time. 

[i]Not back in time. I am in Rinack's mind. Odd, that he has chosen this place as his last mental defence.[/i]

"Show yourself traitor, let us get this over, and quickly. I'll afford every mercy I can provide in ending your life," shouted Antonius. The people passing him paid no heed, as if he were not even there.