Aetheris And Umbraflame

I woke up gasping. 

The world around me was wrong.

Dark clouds churned above in a stormy sky, fractured by veins of violet lightning. 

The air buzzed with an unnatural energy, making the hair on my arms stand up. The ground beneath me was rough, not quite earth, not quite stone- just an endless expanse of swirling grey and black, shifting under my weight as if it were alive.

I wasn't alone.

A groan sounded from my left, and I turned to see Marco pushing himself up, rubbing his jaw where I'd punched him before… before-

Before we were struck by lightning.

Shit.

"What the hell," Marco muttered, blinking hard, his body tense as he scanned our surroundings. "Where are we?"

I clenched my fists, anger boiling inside of me. Out of all the people I could've been stuck with, why did it have to be him?