Luka investigates the text from Garrot. A good idea, he thought. The Protector was an expert in Wizard-brand fuckery, or at least the closest thing they could get to one. Luka closes his eyes, focuses and attempts to speak with him.

Hey, Protector, what's going on? We woke up in some weird place.

...

When no reply comes, Luka feels his heart sink. This was completely uncharacteristic of him. Somehow the Wizard blocked his contact to the Protector, too. He opens the text again and quickly types out a reply.

"The Protector isn't answering me." He says out loud to his companions.