Huge fissures spiraled into existence, and quickly, that dimension crumbled like shattered glass—Dispersing into nothingness afterward.
Tristan had blinked and felt the strange pressure vanish from his shoulders, only for his eyes to fall on the outside world too. The sun shone high above them.
A sense of relief and delight filled his mind. Despite the first time, he still hadn't expected that rapid teleportation.
He nearly doubted if they had been in that separate space or not.
Sighs of relief collectively escaped the lips of those men. Everyone experienced a similar emotion. All were glad that they scaled through without casualties.
The party featured a total of twenty-five men, excluding Tristan. All had survived.
Sure, the majority had sustained injuries, but they would be okay in no time.
