Clyde had only one thing occupying his mind, which was the symbols and the strange energy that kept pulling him deeper into them.
His mind no longer felt entirely his own. The otherworldly power surrounding him seeped into his consciousness, distorting his perception, narrowing his thoughts, until almost everything else faded into irrelevance.
Even the existence of his own body had become distant and insignificant. Only the symbols clear in his mind, along with the incomprehensible presence waiting beyond them.
He knew that the symbols represented a bridge. He couldn't explain how he knew but the certainty was absolute.
They were not just symbols meant to activate a spell or open a passage between two places. They were the foundation of a connection, a bridge stretching from his world toward something that existed beyond its boundaries.
But what lay beyond that bridge was still shrouded in mystery.
