Battle Of The Fourth Rings
Olivia grasped Gen's arm, and the world around them shimmered and warped. The sensation was like being pulled through a tight, twisting tunnel, air rushing past them in a blur of light and sound.
In an instant, they reappeared in front of a large, worn apartment building. The Black Spider gang's base of operations loomed ahead, its exterior marked by faded graffiti and dimly lit windows.
Olivia felt the ground solidify beneath her feet, the disorienting rush of teleportation fading. She was getting used to the sensation.
"Whoops." Gen stumbled. She turned and nodded to Olivia, concern and determination in her eyes. "Be careful," she murmured.
Olivia gave a brief, resolute nod before disappearing once more.