What was there was almost certainly not what the group might have expected.

Now there was the vertigo, the sense of strangeness, the peculiar energy they'd felt before--less intensely unpleasant now, but still noticeable--but it was no world of warped colors that awaited them. A field of knee-high grass stretched out before them, the color too vivid a green to be anything familiar. Neither sun nor moon was in sight, and the sky was tinged with a red far different from any earthly sunset.

To the south, it began to thin out, and the gleam of what seemed like it could be water was faintly visible on the horizon. Not far to the north was a dirt path, meandering off to the northwest to some large structure, too distant to make out any detail.

There was some equipment already set up there, though nothing whose purpose could readily be divined, aside from a number of shadow-shaped wooden targets scattered about.

Komatani greeted them cheerily, taking in the whole thing with a broad sweep of her arm. "Welcome to your training grounds," she said, her voice plenty audible but oddly hollow through the helmet.