Lynch followed behind Abbas, taking a step forward.
The sensation was not merely a simple space transmission; it felt more like the entire universe was gently folding and unfolding before him. The scene before him abruptly changed, the elegance and warmth of the VIP room vanished in an instant, replaced by a bizarre, inexplicable corridor of strange sights.
He found himself standing on what seemed to be an endless corridor. Beneath his feet was a black material, as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the endless starry sky above. The sides of the corridor, even the ceiling, were not walls, but countless shattered mirrors of varying sizes and shapes!
None of these mirrors reflected his current image; instead, each presented a completely different, vivid world!
