Talking

This time, for Atticus, the disorientation that came with teleportation was magnified many times over. He could feel his stomach churn, threatening to empty itself.

The bright light dimmed as the portal closed behind them, and Atticus, along with the others, found themselves in a vast room.

It was like stepping into another dimension—everything felt slightly out of place, distorted, as though the very air was unreal.

The room was tall, stretching far in every direction, with walls made of a mix of dark stone and translucent material, constantly warping and shifting as if the room itself were alive.

The light was faint, dimly illuminating the area and giving the entire space an eerie, unsettling atmosphere.

'We're in another domain,' Atticus deduced immediately. He could feel it in the air. This was far from the familiar atmosphere of the human domain.

They were in another place entirely.