Roughly around that time, somewhere not all that far away, a young man slowly started to regain conciousness. "Urgh... Wait, where am I?," he muttered, obviously confused. A confusion that only grew greater as he looked around. The world around him could only be described as pure chaos, with building and structures of all sorts spread around. Not to mention the fact that he was lying in some kind of cold, white... stuff. "What in the world..." He closed his eyes, trying to recall exactly what had happened. The last thing he'd remembered was steping through the gate, at which point everything went black. "So that would mean... Is this land really Belkhyde?"
-"No, it's not," a voice rang out somewhere extremely close to him, causing the teen to jump up and yelp before remembering the most likely source of said voice.
"Oh, it's you," the young man muttered after recovering from the initial jump scare.
- "No, it's the reincarnation of Lilith. Yes, it's me!"
"Forgive me for forgetting about the fact that my sword-"
-"Azoth!," the namesake sword interrupted his wielder.
"My Azoth can talk. So, anyway... You're saying that this isn't Belkhyde?"
-"Exactly."
"But wait. Wasn't the Belkhyde Gate supposed to be connected to, you know, Belkhyde?," Felt asked, not moving from their landing site just yet.
-"Correct."
"Then why isn't it?"
-"I don't know. Something must have altered the destination."
"But how?"
-"Look, do I look like an encyclopedia to you? Stop asking me all these questions!," the Azoth snapped at Felt. "Besides, you have a mission to fulfill. It doesn't matter how you got here, all that matters is that you get back."
"Bu-," the young man started again anyway before cutting himself off. "Tch, fine. Let's just look around to see if we can find anyone else, shall we?"
-"An excellent idea, master. How did you get so wise?" If sarcasm could kill people, everyone in a one-mile radius would likely be dead now.
"Shut up, sword...", the fresh Alchemist answered before walking off in a random direction, not listening to the objections that the Azoth was -"...not just a sword, but the pinnacle of Alchemy! I'll have you know that no normal sword could ever hope to stand up to me! Even after thousands..."
Some time later, the unlikely duo found a bunch of tracks all leading in the same direction. Seeing as tracks mean humans -- or at least these tracks did -- and meeting humans meant the chance of being able to ask someone where they were, the two set off and followed said tracks, eventually leading into a building which for some reason had its lock dumped on the ground rather than attacked to the door.
"Hm. Guess they went through here," Felt muttered, more to himself than his metallic partner. Of course, said partner answered him anyway.
-"Why, indeed! What great deduction skills you possess!" Felt wisely chose to ignore the Azoth's comment, instead focusing on the wet footprints on the floor leading him to wherever the creators of said footprints were now.
Not long afterwards, they stumbled upon what was most likely the most bizarre collection of humans and humanoids they'd ever laid eyes on. On the other side of the room, a single figure stood, a strange half-transparent figure stood, speaking something about a test. The young Alchemist/Swordsman chose to remain silent for now, instead attempting to listen in and see if he could find out what was going on.