The knowledge of just [i]how[/i] one could have done whatever was done was just as elusive as exactly [i]what[/i] happened. Not because Haemar was uneducated in the matter, not at all, but because it did not make sense. That sort of magic was, for lack of better understanding, on a level of power to which they had nothing to compare it to. Something had managed to disassemble and demolish an entire [i]realm[/i] as it seemed, then leave whatever was left behind into some void that did appear to end, despite the depth of which was more reasonably infinite. This made it magical, as if falling from the heavens like comets did not suggest that already, but unimaginable levels of magic. 

It was as though they had fallen [i]through[/i] the bounds of reality and off into a new one, as unlikely as that were. That did lend some insight to how and why they did not remember that time in between, but it was certainly a fanciful notion even with this information. After all, Haemar knew there were rumored to be other planes and bounds of existence, but nothing that could ever be proved. Those stories were as old as those of the Kingdom of Light, which up until now quite a few had begun to question the validity of. Myths no more maybe?

In the meantime of the wizard's ponderings and musings on magic, the other mage was busy at work with her illusion, of which was a beautiful, almost living sculpture that hung silently with near perfect accuracy. It was a map of sorts, albeit one that would not last or live long based on the spellcraft at hand, but a start to work with from there. In fact, that it was even incomplete at all just left to wonder how huge the land before the hawk was; Wick found herself soon out of room, despite drawing it from memory as best she could.

[@Big Dread], [@Gordian Nought]