The world snapped back into place with a jolt that made Ryan's teeth click together. One moment they were in the calm, safe plaza of Outpost #7, and the next, they were standing on a jagged slab of rock floating in an endless, pale blue sky.
The air was thin and cold, and it tasted like a storm was coming. All around them, other giant islands of rock drifted slowly, like lazy, sleeping giants. Some were close enough to jump to if you were feeling brave. Others were miles away, tiny specks in the distance.
Every few minutes, a geyser of purple or green energy would shoot up from the misty void below, lighting up the clouds with weird colors.
Chris "Boulder" Magnus stumbled a bit, shaking his head. "Whoa. That teleport ride is worse than my aunt's cooking."
Jennifer "Quake" Lee put a hand on his arm to steady him. Her eyes were closed, and she had a focused look on her face. "Be careful, everyone. This whole island feels… fragile. Like walking on a giant, stale cracker."
