He gazed out across the void. It was dark and empty, as it always was. The great nothingness where he was just himself detached from reality and free. He decided it was time to leave.
The concussion wave knocked the people in the street to the ground and the deafening peal of thunder shook the foundations of the earth. As people regained their feet, all their gazes were drawn to the skies above the palace, where one of the largest towers of the mages wing was slowly collapsing in on itself and a robed figure was floating above it. The skies darkened, eerie green lighting played in the clouds and lanced towards the earth, smashing masonry where it landed. The robed figure shrouded in black mists hung until the tower finally collapsed, and with a final peal of thunder disappeared from sight. The sky returned to normal as the clouds receded, leaving the collapsed tower and lightning blasts in the masonry as the only sign of its presence.
He awoke on the plains; lying in his robes star