"What did you do?" Lyra asked, finished puking. Kiara next to her was the same, bewildered at what transpired in their hindsight. A moment ago they were struggling in the sea, and now safe on the sand.
"I guess you folks aren't too familiar with this," Elior said, shrugging. He dropped the spatial bag behind him and looked around the wet beach. "Finally here. Looks like people haven't gone all out yet."
"Where is this?" Lyra asked, shoving away the uneasiness.
"The Island." It was Kiara who answered, standing up and returning to her regal expression. Then she glowered at Elior. "It seemed your friend threw us into a teleportation hole with no warning."
"Not quite right," Elior said. "But similar. I guess no thanks coming from your end?"
"I would've thanked," Lyra said, grunting, "if you only took us with a warning."
