Tombstone Express

Luka came back to his senses and found that he was still sliding across the ground.

The sliding was extremely strange, like walking on ice and suddenly being shoved, while the silver ground beneath his feet was so smooth that it made him feel a little afraid.

At that moment, he was sprawled flat on the ground, and could only barely lift his head to look into the distance.

The ground had risen and fallen earlier, and the surging wave of earth had pushed him all the way from the vortex entrance into the distance.

He had slid all the way from the passage, the friction making his chest and knees feel hot, and he still had not stopped.

Like lard sliding over an iron plate.

This was a slippery silver world.

Luka clawed desperately at the ground with both hands, and finally, little by little, he stopped sliding.

He looked back and realized he was already far from where he had come from, so far that he could only see the long horizon, and could not find the spatial tunnel perpendicular to the ground at all.

Fortunately, he could still calibrate his direction.

Scrape marks had been left on the ground. Though they were very shallow, they were still visible.

Luka struggled to prop himself up and walked toward the place he had come from.

As he walked, he felt his body grow heavier than it had ever been, as if iron blocks were strapped all over him.

As a Talos, he possessed a powerful physique and great strength, but after walking here for only a short while, all the bones in his body began to go weak, his hands and feet stopped obeying him, and he had to stop and rest.

This was a smooth and heavy world.