The starlight vanished as abruptly as it had appeared.
Hide's consciousness, which had been dragged apart from his body and had traveled through dimensions returned back to his body. The familiar stench of burning sulfur, melted tar, and damp ash instantly rushed into his nostrils, replacing the sterile void of the Greater Realm. The cold wind howling between the shattered high-rises whipped his silver hair across his forehead.
He thought he had fallen down, but he still stood where he was, with the sweet in his hand.
Beside him, Gideon Vance was still slowly moving with his massive warhammer, his dented chestplate rising and falling in deep breaths. The people around were where they had been, nothing had changed and no one had noticed anything.
Only a fraction of a second had passed in the physical world. This was the power of the beings in greater realm.
