The Angel's declaration hung in the air like a blade suspended over the collective consciousness of assembled students.
"A False World," he repeated, divine light intensifying around his form. "Specifically, a Cultivation World operating under mystical principles that diverge significantly from True Realm frameworks."
Rey's enhanced perception sharpened despite his efforts to maintain an appropriately confused expression. His mind worked through implications with speed that threatened to overwhelm his practiced emotional control.
'Transmigration. They're sending us to lower-dimensional reality. Is this the same type of process that brought me from Earth to H'Trae, then from H'Trae to here?'
The Angel gestured, mystical display shifting to show cosmological structure that made several students gasp with recognition.
