Nora's POV
The world spins violently around us, a nauseating whirlwind that makes my stomach lurch. I grip James's hand tighter, squeezing my eyes shut as the portal's magic carries us through dimensions. The sensation ends abruptly, leaving me standing on solid ground with my ears still ringing.
When I open my eyes, we're in one of Hell's shadowy corridors. The familiar scent of sulfur and decay fills my nostrils, mixed with something floral that shouldn't belong in this place. I know exactly where we are - outside Hugo's moonlight arboretums where he cultivates rare herbs for his darkest enchantments. It makes perfect sense that we'd emerge here, considering we opened the original portal from one of his greenhouses.
