Space hummed in Adam's ears as the vortex swallowed him. He watched the other inner disciples screech as they fell through a dark tunnel, noting how it pierced through reality.
"Are we going to another dimension?" He chuckled, the tone half joking. Yet, he found it made sense. After all, blessed lands seemed to be separate, miniaturised worlds from what he had understood.
Misha tilted her head, the descent making her golden hair flutter upwards. "It might be a pocket dimension, but it doesn't matter now." She pointed at the bright light coming from the tunnel's exit. "We can't act if we're with others. Ready to run?"
"Always." An amused chuckled escaped his lips as the blinding light forced him to close his eyes.
The moment they passed through, a sensation of displacement overwhelmed him. And when he recovered his vision, he stood in a somber cave, the distrustful voices of a few disciples piercing the silence.
