'Ah. It's this again…' Kain thought as he was reminded of just why he hated teleporting.
Just when he'd thought he'd grown accustomed to it, he was reminded of just how horrible it could feel when the distance was extended again.
There was pain. Then nausea.
Then something worse.
It was like every atom in his body was trying to reintroduce itself to the laws of reality all at once—and none of them were doing it politely. His lungs clenched, his skin buzzed, and his stomach executed a full backflip while forgetting to bring the rest of him along for the ride.
Long-distance spatial transfer was never fun. Doing it from a high-level relic, that he expected wasn't even on the same continent as his home was a whole new level of unpleasant.
The world snapped into place around him with the force of a slammed door.
He dropped to one knee on cold stone, gasping like a fish tossed onto a dock. The air smelled faintly of incense and damp stone. Familiar.
Dark Moon College.
He was back.
