An explosion rocked the ground, the shockwave sending dust to the sky. The wave would toss the dry high enough that it eclipsed the sun, and then would allow it to drift down softly, like small drops of rain. The world went silent for a few moments. When the dust cleared, it became apparent that nothing had been damaged. Not a tree had fallen, dust was the only thing, blackened into a starburst pattern on the ground. If one approached, they would see a black box in the centre. It was silent, simply sitting there, but if one could sense magic it would be seen that the box was heavily warded against magical attack or manipulation. If one could see through the layers of the world, into other dimensions, nothing would be obvious. If one was careful, however, a red trail could be seen faintly glimpsed, connecting the box to somewhere deeper. It was not apparent enough for one to guess its material, yet it was clearly something from the physical world, yet tied with another thing, one that was far less corporeal. The trail was also warded, stopping it from being easily traced.