Everything turned blank in front of me before I found myself in a familiar space tunnel, I just have to spend a minute here before I reach the Warzone.
Time passed as I looked around without moving my limbs, it is inadvisable to make movement in the space tunnel, some mistakes could occur, and one could be flung away in chaotic space where one gets shredded in a moment by the space currents.
Crack Crack…
Fifty seconds passed by as such, and now I could reach the Warzone any moment when suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my wrist. When I looked at my wrist, I found the homing band was heating up and cracks began to form on it.
Seeing that horror couldn't help but well up on my face, I am clearly aware of what will happen if a malfunction occurred in the homing band, and that is why I desperately wish it would hold on till I reached the Warzone.
Dhub!
