​Haru Glory wiped the sweat from his brow, his hand tightening around the hilt of the Ten Powers. Beside him, Siegheart, the Elemental Master, stood like a statue, his blue robes fluttering in a wind that shouldn't have existed. ​"The space-time distortion is peaking, Haru," Siegheart murmured, his eyes scanning the horizon. "Something—or several somethings—have been pulled into this fold." ​A few yards away, a young man in leather armor adjusted a belt set with seven glowing gems. Leif of Deltora looked wary, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He didn't recognize these men, but the power radiating from the blue-haired mage felt as potent as the magic of the Belt itself. ​"I seek the way back to Del," Leif said, his voice steady despite the alien landscape.