I regained consciousness on cold stone, my head pounding from the forced teleportation. The magical displacement had dumped us in what appeared to be ancient ruins—crumbling walls and broken pillars that spoke of a civilization long dead. The acrid smell of sulfur and decay hung in the air, telling me exactly where we were.
'Eastern Continent,' I confirmed grimly, helping Luna to her feet. 'Red Chalice territory.'
"Daddy?" Luna's voice was small and frightened. The teleportation had disoriented her badly, and she clung to my arm with shaking hands. "Where are we?"
"Somewhere we're not supposed to be," I replied, scanning our surroundings for immediate threats. "But we're together, and that's what matters."
Reika groaned as she pushed herself upright, blood trickling from a cut on her forehead. "Teleportation failsafe," she spat. "They built it into the facility's core systems as insurance."
