The shift through the sign bit was not a gentle voyage across space.
It was a violent, disorienting extraction of physical mass from one map point sector to another, tearing through the perceptual fabric of human mind.
Lin Tao felt his skull shaking as though a bronze bell had been struck inside his ears. His vision was a chaotic swirl of inverted colors. White shadows cast by black light, wireframe grids intersecting at impossible ninety-degree angles. A cold, sterile emptiness that tasted of frozen copper and static electricity.
Beside him, Tie Shan let out a low, deep-throated roar through clenched teeth, his boots swinging through empty space.
The tether cable was shaking wildly, transmitting high-hum blast waves from the Precursor anchor point. They had crossed the map point boundary during the midnight exact timing. Because of that, their physical entities had not been deleted by the world engine. They were now suspended directly beneath the world plane, hanging on the backside of the land-wide shape.
Lin Tao forced his eyes open, fighting against the blinding sight glare of the inverted skybox.
They were hanging fifteen paces below the lip of the map point boundary. Above their heads, the underside of the land-wide shelf stretched away into the distance—not as solid dark stone, but as a vast, semi-see-through plane of glowing gray wireframes.
