The plane starts getting closer and closer, and soon, impact is inevitable...<br/><br/>And the entire crystaline forest shatters into a quadrillion pieces of sparkling glass, hurling the elf maiden to the ground. Luckily, she is not cut by the tiny shards, and even finds the landing to be soft, however looking around, that may very well be the worst of her troubles.<br/><br/>The land is grey, in contrast to the forest before. Thorns and razor-sharp vines cover the ground in patches, and the air is dry and stale. Here and there, a large, pulpy egg sack seems to be growing and churning, small tentacles sprouting from it. One bursts open, a foul-smelling ooze leaking out and an imp rising up, shaking droplets of the ooze from its body. It grins evilly before taking to the skies.<br/><br/>The silhouette of a city with one main tower above all the others can be made out against the pale grey sky. Occasionally there is a ferocious burst of light as two fiends strike out at one another in the air. As for ways out of the plane... there appears to be no escape.