Lind would have smacked himself back when he was a Soul Realm using teleportation. Nausea was much preferred to being nearly ripped apart and Qi trying to escape his dantian or meridians with every movement of his body.
Blood had practically flowed from his body like a stream. His bones had creaked the entire time as the forces inside the spatial tunnel tried to rip him apart.
His fumbling attempt made the most tenuous connection and he could only struggle with each step until light blazed ahead of him. At that moment, pressure slammed into him in opposition, like the tunnel was trying to prevent him from leaving it.
He felt the tunnel coming apart around him as he crawled through the tear before it snapped shut.
He vaguely remembered talking to someone but the feeling of Ethry's connection came back so he knew he was home. He downed an elixir and then collapsed.
