Stepping through an unstable First Era spatial gateway didn't feel like walking through a standard door.
It felt like being crammed inside a pressurized metal pipe while a giant beat the outside with a sledgehammer.
The transition from the cold damp stone of the portal chamber to the interior of the Secret Realm was instantaneous and completely lacking in magical grace.
The air in their lungs was forcibly sucked out by a sudden drop in atmospheric pressure, only to be replaced a split second later by air that tasted completely different.
FWOOSH!
Ren's heavy leather boots slammed down onto damp moss-covered earth.
He didn't stumble and he didn't drop to his knees to dry-heave like half the amateur mercenaries who experienced high-tier teleportation sickness.
He planted his heels with his broad shoulders shifting under his tight black leather vest as his golden eyes instantly scanned the perimeter with the precision of a seasoned predator entering a new hunting ground.
