Asher felt the familiar ripple of space stir once again as the blinding white light consumed him whole. In that brief moment of distortion, he could not help but feel as though his comprehension of spatial understanding was deepening, his awareness expanding with each successive teleportation.
But he knew this was only an illusion, a shallow sensation. No true progress was made simply by being transported from one place to another. Still, the subtle pull and bend of reality brushed against his senses, teasing him with a power just beyond his reach.
When the light faded, solid ground pressed beneath his boots. Asher opened his eyes, blessing this filthy world with his purple gaze.
Around him, the scene unfolded in an all-too-familiar manner. Students were once again vomiting violently, unable to endure the disorienting waves of teleportation. The sound of retching echoed across the room, mixed with groans and muffled curses.
