The factory floor dissolved into light.
Nathan didn't even have time to shout. One second he was standing on grated iron. The next, the floor was gone, the walls were gone, the whole damn factory was gone. And he was falling through a void of silver and green.
Then he landed.
On popcorn.
He sat up. Looked down. He was sitting in a seat. An actual stadium seat. The kind with the fold-up bottom and the cup holder attached to the armrest.
"What the—"
He looked around.
It was the stadium. The exact stadium they'd been fighting in before the Tower swallowed them whole. The same banners. The same screens. The same thousands of seats stretching in every direction.
Except everything was wrong.
