A sword glowing blue plunged deep into the earth, blade first. '[i]Well. This is rather awkward..[/i]' Durendal thought to himself, stuck. '[i]I can't feel my arms or legs.. just cold. Maybe if I..[/i]' As Sylvus's consciousness dreamt, the faint light around Durendal flowed into an invisible mold of a humanoid silhouette, from which a young man with his hand on the sword materializes.
"Now THIS is much better!" he exclaims to himself with a sigh of relief, pulling it out of the ground. '[i]So.. where am I again?[/i]' Sylvus looks on to the town nearby, then to the purplish night sky above, then to the nightmarish creatures falling out of the sky as he did earlier.