"Yeah, same," Rygdea replied, his frown smoothing out a little. At least someone knew where they were, and the prospect of a fight was barely enough to preturb him. Being Guardian Corps, fighting kind of went with the territory, and neither of his strange companions looked like a single punch would lay them out. "Archades? Is that in Gaia, or have we been dumped on another strange planet?"

New as he was to Gaia, and already having digested his way through the idea of a patchwork world, he found that neither answer would surprise him. The architecture was a far cry from Lindblum's rustic brickwork, but not quite the gleaming technological masterpiece that Eden boasted, and he'd never seen a sky quite that colour, before.