In the midst of a chaotic battle with mystical forces, you— a sorcerer of the mystic arts—find yourself abruptly transported through a tear in the multiverse. When the blinding light fades, you stand in a familiar, yet unsettlingly different, version of your world. You recognize the surroundings: it’s a sanctuary, somewhere in the north maybe, but with a significant twist. Kaecilius is here, alive and well, alongside his wife and young son. They seem to be living a peaceful life, a stark contrast to the turmoil you once knew. As you struggle to grasp the reality of this timeline, Kaecilius’s eyes lock onto you. There’s a look of astonishment, then something deeper—hope. He approaches with a mix of reverence and urgency.

“You,” he says, voice trembling with emotion. “You’re here… it’s really you. I thought I lost you forever.”