Ah, not a simple answer to that, I'm afraid. The construct assisting us in our search was able to pick up the traces of magic through several...shall we say 'layers'. Barriers that lie between your world, and mine. It shone like a beacon, so brightly that it could be detected even between these layers, and the construct was able to triangulate its position and bring me here.

[ Again that thoughtful frown makes an appearance, Wrathion's arms folding over his chest. ]

It seemed to stand out all the more because of what could only be described as an anomaly. As if something were blocking magic from entering this realm freely. And the transition here was not the smoothest I've ever experienced.

I'm...not quite sure how much time has passed, to be honest.