Light poured in around Ren until the world rebuilt itself into a field that looked both ancient and new at the same time. He couldn't even tell.
A vast courtyard stretched under his feet, and although it might have looked traditional at first glance, it was broken in several places by cables coming out of the ground and all sorts of mechanisms carefully displaced on the walls. He didn't recognize the place, but even so, he could tell it belonged to some noble family or Clan.
Red banners hung from poles bearing, true enough, Clan insignias. They were blackened... by fire, it seemed.
Above, a cliff rose steep, lit in places by paper lanterns which emitted too bright a light to be generated by regular fire.
