Ezekiel stood unaffected by the sudden teleport. The last two times had been enough to strengthen his resistance to the nausea that was caused by the dimensional displacement's aftereffects.
He glanced around and noted his surroundings, noting the hall that stretched before them like a cathedral—easily twenty meters tall with vaulted ceilings and the size of a football field. Or at least he figured. He hadn't seen a real field after all, most sports had been abandoned with the rise of virtual technology in his last world.
Crystalline, gleaming formations similar to those he'd observed in the examination halls lined the walls, their soft luminescence providing light that felt both natural and otherworldly.
Shaking his head slightly, the mechanic threw all thoughts of his old world to the back of his head before continuing his observation.
