There... isn't much to see. Wherever this fireball landed, it landed hard. At least a mile of dirt in all direction has been kicked up, forming a massive, smoldering crater. Everything living within the blast radius is gone, and quite a bit for a few miles around is destroyed, too; as well, any magics within a ten-mile radius of the crash have been disrupted, spells blown away like dust in the wind, and even his avatars are finding it difficult, though it's recovering with every passing second. At the heart of the crater, surprisingly still intact, is a five-hundred foot long, oblong metal craft, that looks similar to the designs employed by the people he found living in the tech bases, underground.