Without wasting any more time, Olmo, Jelo, and Mira approached the portal in the room. Olmo pressed the correct button on the remote, and the portal hummed to life. A ripple of blue light spread across its surface before swallowing them whole.
Entering the portal felt strange, as always — like being twisted through dimensions, even though they weren't actually moving through any. The sensation passed in a blink.
They arrived at a quiet region where Dabas were fewer in number, yet still roaming — hunting, hiding, surviving.
Olmo had chosen this location carefully. There were enough Dabas to make it worthwhile, but not enough for things to spiral out of control. He had been here before. He knew the terrain. He knew the blind spots.
"Stick with me," Olmo said firmly. "Do exactly as I say."
"Yes, sir," Jelo replied almost instinctively.
