As Eric slammed into the cold, unyielding floor of the teleportation chamber, a sharp pain shot through his cheek as it smushed against the polished black stone. "Ow, my face!" he groaned, the impact rattling his senses. "Who designs these stupid floors..."
Peeling himself off the ground, he glanced over to see Winter landing gracefully beside him, her expression one of exasperation as she shot him a long, disapproving stare - the kind that screamed, "Get up, you clumsy oaf." Eric let out a weary groan and pushed himself up to a sitting position, his body protesting from the strain.
The sheer scale of the chamber left him awestruck. Stretching overhead was a massive dome, its surface glittering with faint silver dust that drifted lazily like falling snowflakes. Thin beams of light cut across the space, originating from runes on the ceiling and creating mesmerizing, almost living constellations of illumination.
