An Hour

Leonel's body flashed and his vision sharpened. Others couldn't maintain their sense of direction in the middle of a teleportation, one would end up feeling weightless and would become unable to tell which direction was up, which was down, and where left and right was.

However, Orinik had miscalculated. Not only could Leonel maintain his sense of direction, even his vision wasn't obstructed. He could feel the swirling mass of space splitting open before him.

Leonel had known that he could do this intuitively, but this was the first time he had truly done it. He could feel that his comprehension of space was shifting and molding to the changes around him, but he quickly snapped out of it and suddenly reached forward.

Orinik, who couldn't see or orient himself at the moment, felt a suffocating pressure squeeze around his throat. At first he thought it was just an oddity of the teleportation, but when his vision cleared, his pupils couldn't help but constrict.