Some measure of time moved by and Mithias was stirred by the wind blowing his hair across his face. It was night, and he was indeed lying on his back in an open field. The sky was clear and the dead and dried grasses from last summer crinkled softly in the breeze. The faint scent of blood that lingered after the Terebithia mingled with the earthy scent of grass and ground, telling that she had recently been there. Now awake, Mithias collected and directed his thoughts. Two facts struck him like a hard slap to the face. He was alive, and he was free. There could have been no greater insult than this, and yet, he could do nothing but accept with gratitude and broken pride. Things were looking grim, both for Magnus' vampire nation and for Mithias' closest allies and family. 

The tired vampire sighed deeply, watching the stars. How he loved nature. As much as he wanted to disappear for a hundred years, he worried about others. If he didn't.... Mithias declined that line of thought. If he didn't, there'd be no reason to exist at all. 

Like an old man, Mithias forced himself up. What day was it? What time? ... What year?? He narrowed his eyes as he looked around him. He could have sworn Martin was just there a moment ago. Oh yes. Martin no longer had a body. Terebithia had re-created Stein, and Magnus was nowhere to be seen. Rhyss was probably very angry with him and Onikage probably wanted revenge. Chances were favorable that Gabriel was still alive and on the run. Now, what was a failure child left to do? Mithias stood, straightened himself out and checked his weapons. Yes, he still had them. The best way to stop Terebithia was to find Magnus and strengthen the vampire nation. Much could be said for having international allies, structure, income, power... Now what direction was Kilo Point?