The moment Erik, Mia, Liam, and Thor stepped into the Bifrost, the shimmering light engulfed them and pulling them into its swirling kaleidoscopic embrace of lights.
The sensation was familiar yet no less disorienting. A rush of windless momentum, weightlessness, and the faint hum of cosmic energy reverberating through their very bones.
Mia clenched her fists tightly until her knuckles white as she tried to ground herself amidst the swirling chaos. Liam closed his eyes briefly and muttering something under his breath as an attempt to steady his nerves. Erik, in contrast, kept his eyes open, staring into the infinite expanse of light and color, his jaw set with determination. He thought that by doing that he will not become too much disoriented.
