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The crowd cheered and screamed as the musicians played their instruments like madmen attempting to please the old beings who turned the world from day to night. It was with this that Bigsby lost himself in thought as he stood in the middle of the chaos wondering why he felt as if he was someplace else right now. The feeling of himself casting spells in another frame of the world he stood in now rippled across the mana pool he kept locked away in his tower and the smell of dusty old tomes filled his nose but he knew that he was hear and listening to this music from a bygone era long distant and only remembered for its better times.

"The Multidimensional Conversion theory is correct I see. Or at least I assume as such. This feeling however is very different from what I know I am experiencing in other places right now; however, I cannot seem to shake this feeling as if some archaic spell is about to tare through my very soul at any moment now. The elderly wizard began to mumble a bit more before recalling that something had to be amiss in this area in order to prove himself right once again of his theory. Quickly the wizard looked across the sea of chanting people only to spot a lone figure off in the distance covered in shadow and then that his orb that sat atop of his staff was missing. "So it has begun. I suppose releasing that evil is the only way for me to move on with my work."