993 Whoever Did This, You're Dead

As the approaching plasma blast threatened to scorch his retina, Jake's pupils failed to constrict. Rather than surrender to panic, his mental sense enveloped Siri and Ulfar without their consent. Their spirit strength was too feeble to resist his influence, so he promptly teleported them into his Inner Space Dimension.

This was the place where he kept all his reserves of biomass. It was a realm that could support life without draining vitality.

"Apologies, mates, but you'll thank me later." His telepathic apology faded into the darkness, leaving them with tons of unexplained biomass.

"What the h-" Ulfar began to protest, but Jake's consciousness had already withdrawn.

It was then that a sharp, unbearable pain radiated through Ulfar's left arm, wrenching an agonized groan from him. He realized that in being moved to this unknown place, he had lost an arm in the process.