Andrew's consciousness blurred as the swirling teleportation portal swallowed him whole. He felt a wrenching sensation as if every molecule of his being was being torn apart and reassembled.
Then, just as suddenly as it began, the sensation stopped. The rank-five protection amulets gifted to Andrew by his great-grandfather came to life, shielding him from the chaotic spatial energy as he sank deeper into the vortex.
He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he had a few seconds of safety thanks to the amulets. His mind raced with hundreds of thoughts. The planar crystal had been a trap targeted at any sorcerer attempting to destroy the portal. His teammates' hesitation had saved them, leaving Andrew to fall into the trap alone.
Andrew's thoughts whirled as he thought of a plausible possibility. Demons were likely waiting for him at the other end of the teleportation portal. He couldn't allow himself to fall into their hands.
