The rift did not open as quickly as Eccar had expected. Its progress was agonizingly slow. That jagged tear in reality seemed to resist its own existence. Even after ten minutes it had grown to barely a meter in length and become a thin shimmering slit in the fabric of space-time.
Eccar watched intently with his breaths now that become uneven. Yet, the slow progress of the rift brought him no calmness. It just made his anxiety worse. The strange energy emanating from the tear pulled at him like an invisible force beckoning him forward with an almost magnetic allure. However, at the same time, there was another sensation like an unseen hand pressing against his chest and warning him to stay away.
The conflicting forces twisted inside him and making him unnerved.
He gritted his teeth as the tug-and-push sensations grew stronger, their intensity making it hard to breathe.
