They were sucked into the spatial vortex of the Illusory Shattered Realm, a pocket dimension specifically designed by Lin Ji'an to be a shrinking meat-grinder of environmental torture.
Before the teleportation flash had blinded her, Xie Wangchen had gripped her wrist.
His ruby eyes had burned with determination. "I will anchor our coordinates, Brother Ji'an. The arrays cannot separate the Flawless Ice from its core."
It was a bit too arrogant a promise.
And it had been utter garbage.
THWUMP!
Lin Ji'an plummeted out of a tear in the dimensional fabric, falling ten feet through the misty air before landing face-first in a thick, squelching patch of glowing, neon-blue swamp moss.
For three seconds, silence reigned in the eerie, bioluminescent forest.
And then, Ji'an slowly pushed herself up onto her hands and knees.
She spit a mouthful of glowing blue mud onto the ground, wiping her face with the sleeve of her blazing Szechuan Red combat silk.
She looked to her left.
