It felt like a waterslide.
A deadly waterslide where you had zero control of your descent, with the water propelling you through the tunnel with the force of a dump truck…no, a speeding bullet train.
Perhaps, even that was not enough to describe the feeling.
Everything around was a kaleidoscope of colours, with occasional breaks when the scenery became clear, allowing you to see the sights outside the transparent tunnel.
Then, the speed would pick up again, turning everything back into a blur.
That was how Evan felt as he was yeeted through the spatial tunnel sending him to where not even heaven knew.
He wanted to escape.
A completely normal and rational desire. The spell was cast on him by an enemy he almost killed not too long ago.
Wherever that enemy was planning to send him, it couldn't be anywhere good.
But the million-dollar question was 'Could he escape?'