With those words and a smile, the braided-haired man stepped through the swirling gateway, disappearing from his vision as his presence completely left the room in the moment of crossing.
…Well, it's never really a good idea to enter a portal without knowing where the other end is exactly, but…this night has been crazy enough, he thought.
From what he could gather, the portal wasn't made of malicious energy–that is, it wasn't a spell woven with the intent to harm, but to aid.
Gathering that much, he was able to step through the portal, but still kept his guard up on what could possibly be waiting on the other side.
A flash of deep, spiraling purple filled his vision as for a split-second, space was absent around him, traversing the realm between realm before–he stood on new ground.
It was some sort of cellar, paved with brick flooring and red-brick walls, reinforced by timber.
