However, the portal looked wrong. It did not resemble the usual swirling circle of compressed space like they used to open before.
This one tore itself open like a wound. Its edges were jagged, uneven, and bending inward and outward as if reality had been ripped apart by force instead of gently folded.
There were dark strands of distorted light twitched along its surface and something inside it pulsed like a heartbeat hidden behind layers of shadow.
A dense, heavy, and dark aura that looks ominous spilled from it. The Magic carried a strange frequency that was unfamiliar even to them.
It did not roar or flare violently but it pressed against their senses that made their instincts recoil.
Erend, Eccar, and Aesa grimaced almost at the same time and stepped back several paces. Their bodies reacted before their thoughts did and immediately Power gathered unconsciously beneath their skin. They stood ready as if an enemy might lunge out of the tear at any second.
