As the sharp ringing in his ears slowly faded, the spinning world before He Xi's eyes gradually settled.
He forced his eyes open. A familiar water tank... a shabby hammock... strange geometric patterns.
Was this... the Cabin in the Woods where Trist had been hiding?
He shook his head. The intense dizziness forced him to close his eyes again, and his stomach churned.
Before they set out, Teacher Fivik had warned him that the Teleportation Spell could cause some discomfort, especially over long distances without a fixed teleportation array.
But He Xi hadn't expected it to feel this bad.
It was like being stuffed into a sealed metal barrel and rolled off a cliff. He was not only dizzy and suffocating, but there wasn't even a window to let in air.
He took several deep breaths of the cold, musty air and felt a little better. Then he opened his eyes again.
He looked around.
Zoya was leaning against the wall. Her face was a little pale, but she was clearly in much better shape than he was. She looked at him with concern.
On the other side, Zander...
The burly beastman warrior was bent over with his backside sticking high in the air, his face pressed against the wooden floorboards. His legs twitched now and then. Clearly, he still hadn't recovered from the violent wrenching of space.
It seemed his own condition was already pretty good.
Noticing the resentful look He Xi was giving her, Fivik shook the slightly yellowed sheet of paper in her hand. "Don't look at me like that. This is the best outcome we could've hoped for! Good thing I helped that Drow move and got this paper with a trace of a connection to the place. Otherwise, you might be buried in the snow