A massive mass of swirling blue and black light surged and swam in a never-ending vortex inside a huge hangar that looked like an airport.
People walked out of it in the hundreds, all dressed in armour, some in casual wear. Others were heading into the swirling mass of light. Despite the fact that it churned endlessly, it did not seem to create any force of wind whatsoever or suck anyone in, it merely looked like an illusion.
But one that carried people to one location.
"Departure from Glory Base, Mr Hall?" said the woman who worked as an attendant on the other side. She looked at the thin young man with dark bags under his eyes and shaggy black hair, he appeared like he had been run over by a freight train or had the life drained out of him.
'Mister? Oh right, I've reached that age I guess,' he told himself.
He collected his bag and luggage and walked through the scanner, limping as he went. The toll from his training session with Cassandra still weighed heavily on him.
