Your journey here has not been a pleasant one. You are battered and dented; you look like you've gone ten rounds with a tornado and lost. You probably don't feel much better.

You find yourself on a grassy hillside. Far to the south and west rises a roiling wall of the same purple-black mists that just deposited you here. To the north and east, you'll see a city and what looks like an artificial sun hanging high above it.

Sentinel’s and Drift’s weapons have been flung across the ground. Sentinel is sprawled over Bulkhead’s chest. Thankfully, aside from the battering received from the explosion, you’re not otherwise injured. Now just to figure out where you are.