In a small room inside Deathman's Wonderland, a black dagger that had been embedded into the floor by Ath3na's team back when they were exploring the castle now began to pulse with bluish light.
Soon afterward, the black paint that covered this dagger began to dissolve like ink and drip down onto the flagstone floor, growing in size until it became a large black hole.
One by one they popped out of this hole as if they were spat out by the darkness within until all the members of the Deathbringers lay sprawled on the ground in varied states of disorientation.
"Holy pretzel…" Jaybird groaned. "I think I hate shadow travel…"
"Everyone hates shadow travel, dude," Wunderkid replied as he helped Jaybird to his feet. "But we get used to it…"
"Really?" Jaybird asked.
"No… not really," Wunderkid chuckled. "But no worries… my partner's got a fix for dizziness, right, Wundergurl?"
