The moment the four Dragonborn stepped through the portal, the familiar sensation returned.
Space twisted around them, countless streams of distorted light and foreign Magic stretched endlessly in every direction. Invisible forces pulled at both their bodies and souls simultaneously, creating the uncomfortable feeling that every part of their existence was being unraveled before being stitched back together again.
The pressure made their muscles instinctively tense and each of them frowned as the foreign energy washed over them, but none of them made a sound or showed more than a slight grimace.
They had experienced interdimensional travel enough times to understand that resisting the sensation accomplished nothing.
Besides, they were Dragonborn.
