Yara felt a sudden, violent tugging sensation, like a whirlwind had seized her and yanked her through dimensions. The world around her blurred, colors bleeding into one another, a chaotic swirl of reds, greens, and deep blues. It felt like being wrenched from one reality and thrust into another, her very essence pulled apart at the seams.
Then, with a bone-jarring thud, she was spat out onto a hard surface, the air whooshing from her lungs as she hit the ground. Pain lanced through her body, igniting a fire in her veins that had nothing to do with the spells she had tried to cast. She groaned, forcing herself to sit up, the world tilting around her as she struggled to regain her bearings. The burns on her arms stung as they grazed the grass, the smell of charred flesh mingling with the earthy aroma of the ground.
