Without any hesitation, the Great Love Poet weaved through the all too familiar Void Teleport Gate. Like immersing himself back into the water, his body gradually disappeared in the deep purple glow.
With a peculiar and magical sense of weightlessness, his body and spirit seemed to be pulling away from the real world.
This state of rapid falling did not last too long. After a sudden bout of dizziness, the Great Love Poet felt the icy and hard ground beneath him.
He fell flat on his face again.
After lying on the ground for several seconds without anyone coming to help him, he finally began to push himself up.
The Great Love Poet, supporting himself on the floor that felt like a mix of metal and stone, staggered to his feet and gently smoothed out his hair, which had become a bit dishevelled due to the fall.
Looking around, he discovered that he was the only person in the vast entrance teleport hall.
Everyone else was nowhere to be seen.
