While Luka was expecting the teleport, he wasn't quite prepared for one that involved falling straight down. He yelps as he begins to free fall, clutching the key tightly to his chest. He hopes wherever they land is forgiving - he'd been thrown around enough today.

But he doesn't land anywhere? He notices suddenly that his body is suspended, just hanging in the air. The bright whiteness of the area floods his eyes as he opens them again, having instinctively clenched them shut in preparation for a hard fall.

Its unsettling. Luka flails an arm searching for something to grab onto - anything to give him insight into his surroundings, to ground him - but he finds nothing and feels a spike of anxiety in his chest.

Against the brightness he can perceive the vague silhouette of another - Gyre? Eight, maybe?

"This doesn't seem right. Did something go wrong with the teleport?" He asks, a rising panic in his voice.