As soon as the cross galaxy teleportation formation activated, Azrael felt as if he had been thrown inside a rapidly spinning tornado. His vision blurred and twisted, and his entire body was shaken violently.
If it weren't for Ashara protecting him, he felt he might have passed out from the toll of using a cross-galaxy teleportation formation.
When the world finally returned to normal and the spinning stopped, Azrael nearly vomited up the breakfast he had just eaten.
Fortunately, Ashara's cosmic energy seeped into his body and relieved the discomfort he was feeling.
"How was the ride?" Ashara's slightly amused voice brought Azrael back to his senses.
He rubbed his temples with his fingers before answering in a low voice, "It was terrible."
Azrael looked around and noticed that they were standing on an altar-like platform—the same one they had used in the federation building.
Two men wearing military uniforms and serious expressions stood guard around the platform.
