(Time Stilled World, the entry zone, precisely beneath the spatial tear)
The descent into the time-stilled world had gone as smoothly as one could hope, but the landing hit like a curse.
Karl was the first to collapse onto his knees, vomiting with a drawn-out gag that echoed through the stillness.
The ash beneath him turned slick and discolored as he puked all over it, his hands shaking as he wiped the lingering drool from his mouth.
"The air here... it tastes like rust and mildew," he complained while wiping his tears, as nobody responded to his whining.
Nobody responded, because, although they weren't vomiting themselves, none of them felt entirely alright either.
The air around them felt unusually thick.
The mana in the air wasn't moving, not like back home, as it did not circulate or drift.
