As if summoned by the outcry, a second being coalesced seemingly out of thin air no more than a dozen meters away. The form was humanoid, but in the split second after its appearance no more than that could be discerned, as it was wreathed in wisps of blackened mist. Then a light breeze caught the mist and the figure of a man was revealed. A tall, slender man garbed in dark leather armor, with all but his eyes obscured by the clothing he wore. In his right hand he held a sword, still wet from the blood of a recent foe, and in his left he held a large, horned head. An item that once belonged to the aforementioned foe.

"This... is not right."

The place he found himself in had the appearance of home, yet the evidence of sight was contradicted heavily by that of the sounds and smells that assaulted him. This city was far too noisy, and reeked of smells he had never before encountered. When he turned his gaze upwards, the sky too was obscured by great columns of mist that should not have been. This was very definitely not his home.

"What is this place?"

The question was asked of no one in particular, and indeed he did not expect an answer, but it was asked nonetheless. He could not recall anything that had been amiss after slaying the demon and initiating the shift back to the human realm, but something had clearly gone wrong between then and now. Had it been a trick? Some trap devised by a demon lord and baited by the lieutenant whose head he now held? If so, he had never heard of its like before and he would have to find some way to return and warn the others.

Turning to survey the remainder of his surroundings, his eyes fell immediately upon the armored form only a short distance away. Something about the figure smelled off, but the same could be said for this whole city. His sense of smell would be all but useless here.

"What realm is this, soldier?"