Sai immediately regretted keeping his eyes open.
With the sheer resilience of his physical body, even staring directly into the sun would have caused little more than minor irritation—nothing that would permanently damage his vision. His eyes had endured far worse in battle. But the light released by the forced teleportation wasn't something that operated on the same rules. It wasn't illumination meant to be seen.
It was information.
A chaotic torrent of it poured directly into his senses. Not light in the conventional sense, but compressed knowledge—raw data encoded into existence itself. Laws of the universe overlapped and collided in his perception. Fragments of spatial structure, unfinished equations of reality, half-formed concepts that should never be perceived by a mortal mind arrived all at once.
His thoughts staggered under the weight. His instincts screamed rejection as his consciousness struggled to filter what it could and discard what it couldn't.
