Jett's head spun as he was sucked into the wall, the world around him warping and twisting in a maelstrom of colors and lights.
The disorienting sensation felt like being pulled through a whirlpool, every fiber of his being stretched to its limit.
When he finally hit solid ground, he groaned, eyes fluttering open to an unfamiliar place.
The air was thick with magic, a tangible force that prickled his skin. The landscape was unlike anything he'd ever seen: floating islands hovered in the sky, connected by shimmering bridges of light.
Strange, luminous plants glowed with an ethereal radiance, and mystical creatures darted through the air, leaving trails of sparkling dust.
Jett staggered to his feet, his head still spinning. Around him, Rey, Cedric, Aiden, and the others were slowly rising as well.
"Get off me already!" Finned yelled, shoving Matthew aside.
"Where are we?" Matthew asked, his voice a mix of awe and fear.
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