On stage, the presentation continued.
Sloan divided the enchanted sand into two portions. Each mound shimmered separately, and with a few murmured incantations and precise gestures from all three scholars, the sand began to rise. Swirl. Form.
Two portals materialized. One on the left side of the stage, one on the right. Identical arches of swirling, glowing sand, their centers shimmering with the peculiar distortion of folded space.
Yakub picked up a simple block of wood from their demonstration table. He held it up for the crowd to see. It was ordinary, unenchanted, solid.
Then he tossed it through the left portal.
The block vanished.
A heartbeat later, it emerged from the right portal, tumbling through the air to land on the stage floor with a soft thunk.
The crowd erupted.
"Woah!"
"It's actually a small teleportation gate?"
