Lord of Space

Randal walked into the spatial pocket and instantly found himself dragged to someplace else. There was no change to his body, his momentum, or his energy. Yet he could tell that the place where he had arrived was not the place he had intended to walk into.

He had a talent for such a thing.

The area around him was entirely dark, almost as if he was walking in the night with no light around him. He pulled out a small white orb from his storage space and created a ball of light that floated around him.

The world still remained in darkness, but he could see himself. There was something wrong with this darkness he understood.

He started walking around, trying to make sense of the situation. Had there been a trap at the door? Had there been a teleportation formation of some kind? How would they know about Teleportation formations? That was his most tightly kept secret.