[Bonus thanks to Bryson_Clark... Alright, the grace period is over. Four is just excessive. Have some propriety, some grace, some fucking decorum. But I guess I can't expect class from a man with two first names, your ancestors were already asleep at the wheel]
Sylas' vision swam, and when it solidified once again, he found himself standing in the same location he had been more than a week ago.
It was like he hadn't teleported across the vastness of the universe at all.
Well, it was like that for him. To those people around him, it was like they were hacking up their meals from the last month. The nausea hit them even more violently than the first time because not only were they not prepped, it was also far too jerky and abrupt.
This wasn't a normal teleportation. It was like they had been ripped back to a completely separate reality.
It was one of the worst things they had ever experienced.
Sylas looked up into the air again, only to find a figure standing high above.
