The swirling azure seam tore open across the damp sinkhole wall the exact second the dead four-Shard abomination released its final, rattling breath.
The dimensional light shuddered and flickered violently instead of holding steady, and Hajin studied that unstable tremor with deep professional unease.
Juna kept one firm, supportive hand hooked securely beneath his elbow, acutely aware that his exhausted legs ceased obeying conscious instructions minutes ago.
"That portal does not look particularly welcoming," he muttered through a cracked, bloody grin, swaying slightly on his feet.
"We should dive through before the spatial light changes its mind about letting us leave."
'A gate threshold that violently convulsed upon exit either collapses into a spatial vacuum or erupts in destructive backlash, and neither outcome favors our survival.'
