The portal yawned open, its rim bending the air into ripples of pale light. Adrius braced himself as Erend stepped through, the familiar pull of interworld travel seizing him.
The first time had been disorienting, a torrent of sensations that tore at his balance, but now the Archmage had already begun adapting to it.
His body and mind steadied quickly, and the nausea that once gripped him barely stirred.
"A normal human would be wrecked by this," he thought, exhaling slowly as the distortion passed. "But for me, it's becoming natural in no time."
The journey folded shut behind them and suddenly they stood within Erend's living quarters inside the facility again.
The scent of metal and sterile air washed over them, a sharp contrast to his chamber in the tower they had just left that was filled with the scent of books and incense.
