Shiayar and Silvia's forms disappeared beneath the Grand Ducal residence.
Surrounding them, everything was spinning wildly, changing.
When the scenery settled once again, gone was the dim and chilly underground hall.
In its place was the outskirts of the Royal Capital, an utterly ordinary civilian dwelling.
Since it was on the very edge of the residential area, this house had not been trampled by the previous tide of calamitous beasts and had kept its intact appearance.
The dim candlelight burned in the room, becoming the sole source of light.
At this moment, Silvia, in Shiayar's arms, had her eyes tightly shut.
The sensation of several consecutive "Flash" teleports was far from pleasant. Each "Flash" was akin to experiencing a chaotic torrent of spatial distortion. If activated in quick succession, the resulting dizziness would be more than ten times worse than that of a fighter jet executing high-altitude maneuvers.
