When enveloped by the white teleportation light, Su Ming'an sensed something was amiss.
Usually, when he teleported, there would be a strange, fixed-frequency sensation flowing around him, always in the same direction.
But at this moment, he detected a hint of discordance.
...The direction of the flow seemed out of the ordinary this time.
Before he could carefully discern it, darkness fell before his eyes.
As the teleportation glow faded, he quickly opened his eyes,
to complete darkness.
The space he found himself in was one of pure blackness.
Looking down, there was no sensation of solid ground beneath his feet; he was floating in a void.
In the upper right corner, the live stream that should have been active was now off, and the comment box was empty, lacking even a single congratulatory message that would normally be present.
System time kept moving; he glanced at it and his own time had not come to a halt.
