"Ah. Well that is... an unpleasant sight to be confronted with." Yikes, Binghe. At least it didn't seem to be a proper memory, or so he hopes. Better than it being a piece of Shen Yuan's past rather than a definite future he's already lived through.

It's a fascinating place, apart from all the baggage. Ionian in a way, though not quite, the design and aesthetic very foreign to anything Viktor's seen before. If circumstances were different he'd be very curious about the mechanism or magics that made the place function, but at the moment... yes. Maybe he's a little more worried about becoming soup.

The body of the young woman gets a frown, his gaze turning to Shen Yuan. "Was that some prophecy not fulfilled?" he asks, confused as he turns his gaze back to her, the switch. "It sounds very much like this student, this Binghe, was being toyed with one way or another. Why? To what purpose?"