Though the mana in the air was raging and wild, his energy could still penetrate very easily, so there was nothing wrong with his senses.
Behind them, the dark yellow portal still pulsed ominously, hovering within the cracked air.
It glowed with a violent rhythm, its edges unstable, and the jagged fractures around it shuddered in resonance.
Each pulse sent faint vibrations crawling through the ground again, as though reminding them that their only path back home was far from stable.
Harry cast it one last glance, his eyes narrowing slightly.
'A rift…' The thought echoed within his mind. Standing here, seeing it firsthand, feeling the suffocating weight of the distorted world—it wasn't just an abstract concept anymore. This was reality.
He shifted his gaze back to his companions.
The rest of the team had arrived safely as well.
Miranda stood off to his right, her long black hair whipping faintly against her back as she steadied her breathing.
