The world spun around Sylas and he found himself standing on a black ice mirror. In fact, all around him were broken, fragmented reflections of himself and the world. It was hard to see if he would run headfirst into a wall with a step or fall into an endless abyss.
Sylas had thought he might run into a lot of things when he stepped into the portal, but this was the last thing he expected. He thought he might find some clues on the other side, but instead he found more confusion.
He looked around to find that Alex was a distance away. It wasn't far, only three meters or so. But in a world like this one, it might as well have been a world.
Neither of them dared to move without first understanding the situation. But then the world began to shift around them.
Silvery lights bounced around endlessly, changing the geometrical shapes of the fragmented black ice. They became more rapid until Sylas' eyes had a hard time keeping up.
