Seth's consciousness sank in a dysphoria of darkness and light, his thought process murky as his soul glimmered, fixing the spreading cracks of his mental space.
The teleportation this time was more violent, like a catapult stretched to its limit, Farad's suppression over space imitating the same effect.
So the moment the teleportation initiated, it came with stacked momentum, swinging Seth back to the Origin Realm with dreadful intensity.
His skin scraped against the fractured rims of space as his unconscious body spun down the tunnel of a hyper-dimensional warp.
Crackle! Something snapped into place as the last crack in Seth's mind dissolved into nothing. Fully healed, his pupils sparked to life like a lit lamp.
His Will brewed back together in a slow whirl. The moment his consciousness snapped into full clarity, light bled into his eyes, and he landed with an abrupt yet delicate intensity.
