The old man whistles as he watches you gain a new ability. "Flexing your shadowy powers, eh? I doubt that is illusion tech, and since its actual magic, you must have entered The Dark City quite recently. In the Strange, all entities carry over a bubble of reality with them, otherwise they might explode, or worse. And if you can use magic in the City's laws, you probably have about a week before you grow weak. Don't worry, as long as you carry humanity in your heart, I won't consider you as an enemy. Not that you can hurt me in my home...
Eh hum! Anyways, for our hunting prey, it really depends. We are after all going after intelligent creatures, not mindless beasts. But don't worry, if it turns out we are dealing with something too dangerous, or have not seen before, then we will be out in a jiffy. You don't mind battlescars, do you?" He then enters into a tent, rumaging around his assortment of items. He takes out a leather-bound book and an ornate clay jar, which he tucks into his satchel. He gestures to you to follow him as he flips through his book.
"This time, I feel like kicking the ass of a Chaosphere Hierarch. Particularly one who is part of the Holy Circle of War. Those bloodthirsty bastards can't help but be attracted to this little toy right in here. Hopefully it isn't a squad this time. Let's get further away from Home first, it would be bad if it was wrecked..."
As you clear a couple of vegetation, you realise that this forest is sitting on a floating island. Stretching beyond the ground's edge, clustered chain of scattered islands can be found, like an asteroid belt with the asteroids sliced in half and the flat sides all at facing the same way up. You hoped and leaped across them.