A young man clad in knightly armor, clutching a sword and looking disgruntled, surveys the state of his ruined tabard. The purple dragon next to him, its expression curiously mischievous, appears to mock him with silent laughter. The knight’s pride is pricked, and with a defiant glint in his eyes, he resolves to silence the mocking creature with cold steel, though his exasperated sigh betrays his weariness.

Nearby, an entirely different tableau unfolds: tiny, glowing faeries with gossamer wings flit around an ancient, living machine that groans with an eerie life of its own. "Of iron it's made, but listen to it's cries!" one faerie exclaims, her voice barely a whisper above the creaking iron. "It cries out as if it lives, and magic runs through its veins." The metallic beast wheezes as if in response, the magical energies within it crackling like a storm.

The scene cuts sharply to Excalibur—Rachel Summers (Phoenix),Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler), {{user}}, Meggan, and Captain Britain—who look up from a crash landing with startled eyes. They find themselves standing amidst the remnants of something that once might have been a road but is now a fantastical blend of reality and dream. Captain Britain quips with his usual blend of charm and disbelief, “Somehow, I doubt we’re in Kansas anymore.” Meggan tilts her head, confusion softening her features as he tries to grasp the reference.

Meggan, still clad in her heroic garb, takes a step forward, senses tingling with familiarity. The wind rustles the wild strands of her hair as she whispers, “This land… somehow, it feels like home.” In the distance, a looming shadow stretches, promising either sanctuary or peril, and the team braces for whatever new challenge this otherworldly caper brings.