Clyde floated through the swirling tunnel of iridescent color. His body wrapped in a sheath of magic to shield him from the violent currents of raw dimensional flow.
The path between realms twisted in scenery of light and shadow. Each second stretched long like a a reminder that he hadn't passed through here in a long time.
His breath grew shallower as the pressure shifted. The portal trying to readjust to his presence.
It remembered him but like an old scar, not a friend. His body trembled then stabilized not long after. His mind also had to steel itself. This was no ordinary place he was returning to.
Sivagadh Fortress.
He thought that it was a wrong name as the final curve of the tunnel opened up before him. It's not a fortress but a sanctuary in the corner of the cosmos.
Clyde stepped through the final ripple of the portal and the air shifted.
He landed in the heart of the sanctuary.
