Daniel had long since grown accustomed to the pull of the forces surrounding him.
The immense suction that radiated from the Gate of the Past no longer frightened him—it was familiar, like the breath of the abyss he had already walked through more than once.
Yet he knew well that a single misstep, even a brief lapse in concentration, could cause him to be dragged into the current of that temporal maelstrom—and if that happened, his soul might become lost forever in the endless corridors of time.
He steadied his breath and stood firm against the pull.
The vast, spiraling portal before him flickered like a whirlpool of light and shadow.
Daniel's eyes reflected its flow, calm and unwavering.
At this point, he had fully mastered the Mental Plane.
Dean's corpse had been retrieved and sealed, while the majority of the human Awakeners had safely returned to the Land of Origin.
