The transition was silent. One moment they were surrounded by the roar of the ocean, and the next, they were floating in a world of blinding, ethereal white. The 'White Sea' wasn't made of water; to Amine's eyes, it was a massive Cloud-Storage Partition. Every cloud was a 'Data Packet', and the creatures swimming beneath them were 'Background Processes' that the Author had hidden away.
"We... we made it?" Chopper whispered, looking at the fluffy, solid clouds beneath the ship.
Amine fell to his knees, his stylus dull and cracked. His system integrity was at a dangerous 12%. "We're in the 'Upper Atmosphere Server' now," Amine gasped, coughing up a pixelated mist. "The rules here are different. The 'Senior Editor' has less control, but the 'Local Admin'... Enel... he sees everything that happens on his network."
Suddenly, a bolt of blue lightning struck the deck, but it didn't burn. It 'Scanned' them. A holographic projection of a man with elongated earlobes appeared, sitting on a throne of pure electricity.
"Trespassers in my domain," Enel's voice echoed, sounding like a thousand simultaneous radio signals. "I see a Scholar with a broken pen and a King with a hollow crown. You are not 'Authorized' to exist in my heaven."