Wind rushed through Alex's hair. Hot, burning wind.
He was falling through the sky the moment he reappeared. He was unable to tell just how far below him the ground was. He opened his eyes, but smog covered his vision.
Instantly, he controlled his falling body, slowing down. The smog covered him entirely still, so he quickly flew away, trying to find a way out of it. He had to fly for a considerable time before he was finally out of the smog.
When he was out, he finally realized that he had been flying dozens of kilometers above the ground. Just a few kilometers up, and he would be considered to be in space.
'It's night time. So I have truly come to a different realm,' he thought. 'But why didn't I land on a receiving formation? Why did I arrive within this wall of smog?'
Alex remained in the air for some time, trying to figure out what had just happened.
