The champions all turned to face Atticus, who calmly stood up, eyes meeting theirs. He gave them a nod and spoke. "Get ready."
The atmosphere shifted. Calmness was replaced with raw, unfiltered battle intent. Everyone stood at the ready, hands close to their weapons as the seconds ticked by.
The minute went by fast. The group's eyes all stayed on each other as a blinding light started to engulf them.
Atticus felt the pull. He was being teleported. He didn't fight it, and in the next second, the group vanished.
There was only nothing but darkness until there was only anything but light.
It flooded his eyes, and all Atticus could see was white. A second passed, and the light began to dim until it vanished.
Atticus ran through three things the instant the light vanished. First, his surroundings.
'A large, cavernous space.'
Faint light shone down from the ceiling, illuminating the cavernous space clearly. The stone walls were rugged and layered.
