CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Beams wasn’t sure what happened. One moment, he was clutching Bolt’s hand, trying not to get sucked into the portal which the Dread God had summoned. The next, he let go and passed through the portal and found himself falling, for a brief moment, through an endless void of strange colors and textures that he knew existed in no universe.
And in the instant after that, Beams hit solid ground and gasped in shock. He sat up and tried not to throw up, clutching his upset stomach as he groaned in pain.
“Oh my … god …” Beams said in between breaths. “What … where …”
A groan behind him made Beams look over his shoulder. Hypno lay on the ground about a foot behind him, curled into a fetal position, his face pale.
“Oh my,” said Hypno in a slightly shuddering voice. He coughe
