Teleportation did not feel the same as astral projection. On arrival at the new location, Onaiah felt an ever so slight sensation of compression, as though the space she now occupied was a few micrometres smaller than the one she had vanished from. Prickling electricity ran across the surface of her skin where bare, but looking up at the angry sky, she reasoned it was likely more to do with the storm that crackled overhead than the unique mode of transport.
“Why is it always raining here?” groaned Miaka.
“Where is here?” Onaiah asked quietly.
They stood before a large building, unscathed and alone among the rubble of a broken city. The building had a certain beauty. Onaiah guessed it had been a bank or some other important structure before being converted to a hotel.
Kai did not answer
