A powerful pulse of energy broke the ground, heaving upward as a dark portal ripped open. Travis and Theodore tumbled out from it, and before they could even turn to look back, the portal vanished—nowhere to be found, as if it had never existed.
Travis's breath hitched. He grabbed Theodore's hand tightly, his gaze darting around the strange landscape until his expression twisted into frustration as another wave of anxiety crashed over him.
"Where is this place?!" he demanded, and as he spoke, he caught sight of his own hands—the hands that were supposed to be gone. He stared, stunned. They had returned, fully healed, as if no one would ever believe they had been torn off just days ago.
That's when it hit him. Theodore wasn't just seeing visions anymore; some power lived inside the boy now, something even Travis himself couldn't understand. How had he gotten it? Had it just... happened?
