Having my vision distort, twist, and warp bizarrely before suddenly appearing in the centre of the same Weinstell City Square I had frequented dozens of times, it took me a moment to process everything.
Although I commanded the World Tree to transport me immediately, I didn't actually expect it to work―I had thought there was a need for me to come into contact with the World Tree directly or otherwise be within a closer physical range, but alas...
In front of me was a bustling crowd; perhaps it was a Saturday or Sunday as countless people roamed about the streets, laughing and going about their day.
Glancing at their clothes―modern and unlike anything I saw people wearing in the Otherworld―the steaming lattes in their hands, as well as the smartphones they seemed to use so casually, it almost gave me whiplash at how disparate the scene was to what I had grown accustomed to over the recent weeks.
