For the first time in what felt like forever, Kain felt the familiar nausea that came with teleportation. After repeatedly jumping between locations for Order missions—and even being whisked away by the relic's transportations—he was no stranger to the sensation. But this time was different.
The unpleasant lurch in his gut, which usually lasted mere seconds—more often over in the blink of an eye—dragged on for what felt like minutes, maybe even hours.
Time lost all meaning in that void of sensation. Kain's stomach revolted, his throat burning with bile as his body was pulled through space like a ragdoll. He tried to scream, but the airless environment swallowed the sound before it could leave his lips.
His body felt twisted, turned, pulled, stretched, and compressed, like a leaf caught in a hurricane, his senses scrambled. It was the world's worst roller coaster, and there was no way off.
Then—finally—solid ground beneath his feet.
Kain sucked in a breath and opened his eyes.
