Blood had been spilled here, not long ago, on this strange island that was not supposed to exist. Where was it? Who knew. It simply was, somewhere. However; it was not supposed to be anywhere. An island that was not supposed to exist, floating in the middle of a blue sky, location unknown. What's more; the island was slowly dying, crumbling, eroding. What happens when an island that isn't supposed to exist dies?
The island itself was mostly sand and volcanic rock, with a small jungle making up the interior. At the center of the jungle, the only seemingly man made object existed, a large temple that radiated with power, as if it was screaming, I'm here! Come see what ancient secrets I contain! As if it was the most audacious temple that had ever existed, despite its rather unflattering stone architecture.
Here, not long ago, the island had cried out for help. Somebody save me! It had forcefully teleported unwilling bystandards to its shores, and not everyone had made it out alive. However; despite its best efforts, it apparently had not been saved, and the island was once more empty. Alone. Destined to perish in solitude, or so it seemed.
On the beach, the air began to swirl with a dark, sinister energy. This dark energy had hints of color -- some red here, some blue there -- but overall, it took on a black hue. This energy convalesced to form a portal, from which a man with grey hair and a stocky build emerged, his face somewhat wrinkled and apparently not amused. He wore a simple black sweater and khaki pants, and a very nice pair of leather shoes. Frankly, he looked like somebody's uncle or grandfather, somewhat out of place on this crumbling volcanic island in an unknown sky.
Having emerged on the island, the stranger waved his hand, and the portal behind him faded away. He turned his attention to the temple at the center of the island, the top tower of which was visible even from here on the beach. He could feel the magic radiating from that place in pulses, like an SOS being sent through the air to anyone who would listen. The stranger did not seem particularly moved by this powerful temple. If anything, his face expressed pity towards the lonely stone building.
"You poor abomination," the stranger spoke, his voice the kind of deep that reeks of authority. He started to draw a circle in the sand with his foot.
"You are a mistake. But we shall soon fix that, now won't we?"