I still held the sign up, looking at the portal and the street beyond it, as well as at the few hundred figures; it had now opened 3x3 meters wide.
My pulse was so high that I felt dizzy as I waited for my feeling to give me the 'go' or my instinct to tell me to wait—something, anything that I could interpret as a sign.
But I was all alone, knowing that if I did something wrong, the survivors could be harmed.
I didn't dare to teleport immediately to my old world, although that had been the plan, because I was still hoping for my intuition to start guiding me.
Instead, the more I doubted, the more I was paralyzed.
If nothing moved, I had to move.
"GO!" I turned the sign in my hand—the green arrow pointing ahead was now visible for the survivors behind me, because I was unable to wait any longer.
