A few collapsed buildings, shattered streets, and assorted craters. The place is mostly empty, with scattered groups of mostly humanoid monsters roaming and trying to escape the guarded fence around the city. The most instantly noticeable change is an ongoing wordless singing in the back of the mind of anyone present. By itself it's just a sound. An unpleasant sound, and almost but not quite predictable as if someone were trying to attack the listener's sanity without saying anything, but possible to ignore. But along with it, any time a listener closes their eyes they get flashes of memories. Not their worst memories, but whatever negative ones can stick with them unforgettably. It builds up associations between the feelings in those images and almost anything else. Sometimes there's a recognizable common thread and other times there isn't.
An angel fights off teams of opponents. She's fifteen feet tall, extremely winged, with more wings than is strictly necessary for an angel. Even some of her wings have wings. All of them are asymmetric and varyingly sized. A spherical halo of weaponry surrounds her, firing at her more distant enemies from across the battlefield. Her opponents cycle in and out: a golden man, a man surrounded by a bubble, a woman in a dark costume, all flying. Others make certain to stay away after taking their turn, on rare occasions spending too long hearing the angel's music. Those ones voluntarily self-destruct.
A small group of ordinary humans takes refuge in a house as far from the battle as they can reach. The song is quieter here, and, they hope, less potent. Some of them run away from and back to the house, occasionally calling for help. They haven't found any.
- well, she doesn't fall out of the sky, that would be undignified, but what the fuck? ...The antisocial sorceress, maybe? But she still has all her momentum, c.f. not falling out of the sky...
That noise is annoying. She wants it to stop. It doesn't stop; so instead she wants to stop hearing it. That doesn't work either. She wants to be stone deaf? ...Eliminates some sounds but not that one. Her hearing returns. Time to think about something else.
She swoops down towards the person calling for help.
"What's going on?"
He's a man of average height, brown-skinned and with a hooked nose. He has a metal case in his left hand, and holds it between them as if it's the best approximation he has to a weapon. He himself is bruised and scratched, and there's blood on his hands.
Well, now he's not bruised or scratched and while she's at it there's no blood on his hands. "Show me."
"In here."
He heads toward one of the houses, exchanging a few words on the way in with a second man who stands at the front door tapping a crowbar against a wall.
"You made it back."
"With help, I hope."
"You want to just trust her? Here?"
"How's Noelle? And if you have a better idea..."
"Sorry about Cody," he says while the second glowers. Both of them enter.
There are five other people present. All of them are a few years older than Kithabel looks. One is lying down with a gash running up his leg, another is on the ground, pale from blood loss and shivering despite the blankets piled on her, and a third sitting in a wheelchair. All except the second have some household object for improvised self-defense.
"Wait, you healed Luke and Noelle. Can you...?"
The formerly unconscious person who is presumably Noelle sits up. The hook-nosed man sets down the box and grabs her hand.
"And you have been unable to walk for long enough that... Do you like it or something? If you get a kick out of it I can leave you be."
"There's no one who could do anything to fix it, not for this. Are you saying you can? If so, then, wait. Not here, not now, I don't know. It might be what she wants."
They look at each other, and then the tall blonde one swallows and says "Yes. Unless you can resurrect the dead?"
And she picks them all up and zooms them all out after her through the door, wheelchair and all, and heads away from that infernal un-noise. Just barely slow enough that her low-momentum passengers won't have trouble breathing.
"The fence is guarded, and they'll shoot to kill rather than let us out. Maybe if you fly high enough they won't see anything."
"That fence," he explains. They are indeed within sight of a chain-link fence topped by barbed wire. "At least they said they would, we didn't actually test it."
Kithabel does not know where she is or who these people are but she suspects she is not on the side of anyone who leaves deathly injured people and their friends to die and threatens to kill them if they leave. Now everyone's invisible, and she flies them high and fast.
The keening gradually decreases past the fence, and it eventually disappears. The strangers visibly become less tense afterward. Or at least invisibly.
"So," she says, "I have no idea where I am. Can I get the ten-second version?"
"What, and now you tell us?" It's news to Cody. "You saying we're on Bet?"
"He's right," the formerly wheelchair-bound girl agrees. "We talked about it back at that house. It's either that or the Simurgh and Scion and the rest came to our Madison, and the rest of the capes followed them."
It turns out Kithabel isn't the only one in need of exposition.
"I'm definitely not from this planet. Mine has four moons and rings, for one thing, and no evil singing winged things, and I don't know where Wisconsin is or what Bet is or what the Simurgh and Scion or capes are."
The more you hear the more she can predict you, and the more she can change what you do in the future. People fight her wearing explosive armbands so their team can kill them if they stay too close too long. The people guarding the fence were the good guys." She's almost crying. "It's why I was thinking twice about you healing me, because any change might be what she wants, maybe me being able to walk would affect something no one but her could predict, and there's no way to tell."
"About fifteen minutes before I ran into you," Krouse cuts in.
"It took her days to turn everyone in Lausanne into soulless monsters and guided missiles, back when no one knew they had to fight her. We don't have it as bad as they did, but there's no way of knowing how bad we do have it. Us being here at all is probably part of her plan."
"Well... I'm kind of reluctant to put you back, and I was barely there five minutes, so I'm probably fine, but maybe you should avoid doing much of anything just to be on the safe side."
"We can't just never do anything," Krouse agrees. "Otherwise we wouldn't even be able to get back to Earth Aleph. There are tons of weird powers and mad science devices, someone here can help us if we hunt around the cape world enough. Can't do that if we're quarantining ourselves."
"Interdimensional travel is beyond me. I thought it was beyond the sorceress who probably put me here, too, so maybe I'll be able to do it eventually, but right now. So I'm not sure I can help you there. Is there anything else you need from me or anything else I definitely need to know before I go do something else?"