Inigo wonders if it'll keep being weird. Because it feels weird, every time a distortion disappears. It's like being in one world one moment, and then the next moment it all fades at the edges, more and more quickly, until they're just standing in that wasteland again.

At least it took care of all the remaining undead warriors. There's none of them left now. It's just Inigo, Soldat, and the other Voidtreckers who set off the devices, standing there.

".. you too," Inigo manages to force out. He wipes his own blade off too, so he can put it back in its sheath, and then moves an arm to wipe at his forehead.

"It's way too hot out here."

Why did this wasteland have to be so hot? It's the worst way to come out of one of these distortions, especially when you've already worked hard to the point of sweat in there.