The horse suddenly froze as if rooted to the spot, stopping a meter from the columns with vines, depriving me of the power of speech. Ahead, sharp tenacious thorns of a vine could be seen, which beckoned to their victim. The wind was getting stronger, pushing inside, as if the elements were going crazy.
The bright light blinded my eyes, golden sparks showered from head to toe, warmly touching the skin, slightly tingling it. Powerful eddy currents swirled golden sand dust, forming a huge funnel.
- Go. – a warm gentle breeze touched my ears and the skin on my neck, penetrating with a slight shiver and goosebumps. The wind seemed to carry a barely audible whisper to my ears, but is this really true or am I already having auditory hallucinations?
Berkoot easily dived into the portal, pulling me along with him, and the next moment a huge plain appeared before my eyes, limited only by the horizon line.
