Instead of another veil of phantasm subtly masquerading the exact nature of the changes the girl had first imposed on the scenery, this pulsation of power felt strong, vivid, alive, carrying the aforementioned force of change that rippled through the area in what could be vaguely discerned as a pillar of Dreamflow. Otherwise, visibility was left to the interpretation of the ripples and shifts that seemed to overcome absolutely all senses at once, inspiring a sensation of vertigo to the phantom, omnidirectional motion. Whoever this girl was, she was certainly able to impose a vast amount of control in Dreamflow--a degree of it that could not be measured with certainty at the moment--not to mention she seemed to be a resident of Leiobea. What seemed like agonizingly dragging minutes of madness was in reality a few seconds, more than enough for the scenery to have retransformed into the haphazard arrangement of palm trees that had been undermined by the urgency of the lack of a battlefield the Gunner thought to be required for the... extremely atypical introductory procedure. The visage of rocky hillside receiving, from the angle alone, the full sunlight of an invisible aster highlighted the omnipresent qualities which had so far taken prevalence on their experiences: illogicality, and uncertainty. "Well, I guess you deserve some explanations, huh? Though I can't deny that was pretty fun~" the voice of the girl rang out from a new position, conveniently sitting (or balancing?) atop one of the tropical palms opposite to the doubtfully-natural elevation of terrain. While weaponless hands conveyed the message she was done with the little spar, her unscathed appearance, body and clothes alike, made it seem she had not even fought at all. "Alright then! You've passed my test, so I can answer questions... Maybe." "Name's Karmica, by the way. Shadow Knight of Illusion. I like the title and all, but don't overdo it, 'kay? Anyway, this is Leiobea as you must know, right? It's kinda awesome once you get used to it, I promise." she giggled, turning to the sky for a moment with an inspective look, as if measuring something, before her eyes returned to the dysfunctional assortment of a party. "This, though, is Campo Perdido. You're in the Realm of Helicroa. I'd ask what brought you here, but... yeah. You're new."