The mobile fortress was like something bursting through a waterfall, smashing through a barrier of water as it swept dynamically into the vacant transfer station.
Motion became stillness.
The sensation of space being peeled away vanished. So did the feeling of weightlessness.
Sounds and colors that reassured three-dimensional creatures slowly returned.
Jiang Han had never felt so stirred by such colors and sounds, as though she had returned home.
"Ugh—blegh."
The sound of vomiting came from beside her.
Li Li braced herself against a chair, covering her mouth with one hand, her fox ears drooping limply. Her brows were tightly furrowed, yet even that expression carried a heroic air. She dry-heaved twice. "When is the experience of teleportation going to get any better?"
"Meowwwaowowowow!"
Eight Giant Cat Lamps let out miserable cries and spat out enormous balls of yarn...
"Jiang Han, are you all right?"
Li Li asked, her gaze lingering on the red marks on Jiang Han's face. She was a little puzzled as to why her good sister had suddenly acquired what looked like bloodstains on her face.
"I'm fine, I'm fine."
Jiang Han grinned and waved her hand, an intense and utterly unprovoked sense of superiority rising within her.
Look! You witches who got teleported here, Giant Cat Lamps have only a limited grasp of the truth of all things in the world. They possess an innate flaw that makes it hard for them to comprehend the boundless angles of space and dimensions we inhabit.
Naturally, witches who could move within that stretch of frozen time, within the paradoxical dimensions of space, were born with an indescribable sense of superiority.
Jiang Han unconsciously lifted her chin slightly.
"Mm, the way you look right now is a bit like a Giant Cat Lamp that secretly ate chocolate."