Latveria, 2009*
At the end of the four hours, with thankfully no injuries, they were transported to a cooler, drier, breezier climate. Electronics will be easily sensed again, and magic feels like it's definitely known the hand of man.
Of course, magic in the immediate vicinity has only known the hand of one, man.
Kristoff's eyes closed at the flash of light. He knew where they had gone before he even opened them again, though he wouldn't let himself believe it. The smells on the wind. The exact sound of the way the water fell in the fountain in the square.
And he does open his eyes, and oh Devel, it's true.
Kristoff just stares at the cobblestone streets of Doomstadt, Latveria.
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