"Fine. Let's see what the terrible spawn of the heartless devil is up to."
He tapped a feed with his mind, selecting none other than Luna's because the description of 'First-Person High-Velocity Feed [Warning: Extreme Speed / Seizure Risk]' made him curious.
The chairman's perception lurched.
There was no gentle transition, no fade or buffer. One moment, he was seated behind reinforced glass and polished steel, the next, his awareness was inside motion itself, strapped to it, dragged along at impossible speed.
Wind screamed.
No… space screamed.
The world snapped sideways, then upside down, then folded in on itself as the horizon spun so violently it ceased to be a horizon at all. The chairman's instincts flared instantly, mana bracing his mind, combat senses snapping into place before nausea could even think about forming.
Lightning exploded across his vision.
