"I'd like to get my hands on whatever magician conjured all of this," Loki grunts, pulled to his feet. He can't help but think it's ironic that he winds up occupying the same place as his brother's shade as he stands.

"There's a ruin not far from here." He points through the gale, some thirty feet ahead. "I was heading for it when this all overtook me like a squall."