Rocky Place

"Fuck!" Reign cursed aloud as he was suddenly swallowed by a tornado made of black miasma. 

He had been flying around, searching for another nest after destroying his 14th one in a row when he suddenly found himself stuck in its eye. 

As for how that happened, this dark miasma clearly defied natural order and physics. 

The miasma whirlwind wasn't strong enough to harm him, but it threw him off course, messing up his sense of direction and the landscape around him. 

With visibility so poor in this place, he was completely lost after that whole fiasco. 

"Where is East, where is West?" He kept looking left and right, hoping his gut feeling would guide him, but it was futile. 

'Can't believe I got lost,' he muttered, feeling frustrated. 

He had been meticulously memorizing his directions all along, using the train tracks as a reference point, but now all that effort was wasted.