Chapter 463
As the last man stepped through the swirling gateway, a wave of cold air rushed against Grey's hood, carrying with it the faint scent of iron and smoke.
Beyond the portal stretched a large meadow of grass swaying gently in the wind, its blades dancing in soft waves as far as the eye could see.
The ground here felt untouched by time, yet a faint chill hung in the air as though the land itself was watching.
Two men stood on either side of the portal, arms crossed and postures sharp, as though their presence alone was a barrier.
"Welcome back," one of the men casually greeted. Dame only flashed a small smile at them before moving on.
Grey, ever curious, noticed more portals nearby. Two additional shimmering gateways stood not far apart, making three in total within this expansive meadow. Each pulsed faintly with energy, their edges rippling like liquid mirrors.
