The transition through the portal was instant, but the impact was jarring. One momen they were surrounded by the ethereal glow and feeling of Elf Magic and the next, they were plunged into a world unlike anything they had ever seen in their lives before.
Aerchon and Sylra landed first in this world. They tumbling onto a metal platform slick with rain. Around them, the city stretched into the sky.
They saw towers of steel and glass piercing the clouds with their edges glowing with neon lights. Strange glowing symbols flashed across massive light boards on the buildings, displaying unfamiliar languages and moving images.
The air was thick with smoke, the scent of oil and burning metal clashing with the cold humidity of the rain-soaked streets below.
Sylra crouched low and sharpen her instinct as her emerald eyes darted around. "By the gods… what is this place?" she muttered.
