The portal swallowed him whole.
For a brief moment, there was nothing — which was expected as this was the vast, featureless void of white at the beginning of every Corridor creation.
No sound, no ground beneath his feet, no sensation at all except the weight in his arms. Elora.
She was still unconscious, thankfully, and also still breathing. Deremiah tightened his grip around her, feeling the slow, shallow rise and fall of her chest.
Then, reality shifted. Magic took over.
Deremiah immediately felt extremely lightheaded and also very weightless. Then, his body seemed to have moved at an incredible speed while at the same time staying at a single place.
Soft wind whipped at him as images spun in his left and right, and then there was a ripple. Or at least, it started as one. Like the surface of a disturbed pond.
