Twisting Islands [2]

The floating island was very small and was filled with arbitrary metallic structures—the nests of Space worms.

All of them were empty except one. The final space worm. Also the strongest.

Helia ignored the creature and glanced at the center of the island. An ancient leather skin flag stood in the air, as if it was frozen in space and time.

Caleb's eyes flashed and he teleported to the flag. "I got it—"

Or at least tried to.

"Huh?"

Caleb's hand was inches away from the flag. His teleportation was off by a few inches!

"Impossible!" He exclaimed and the next thing he knew, he was sent flying coughing out blood.

"Idiot." Helia cursed and observed the space worm that just appeared beside the flag. This thing even sneak attacked upon Caleb.

But why did Caleb's teleportation amiss by a few inches? For his level, this was a major error!

With doubts, Helia slowly took a step forward. The space seemed to have changed subtly.