The transition from the living castle of Algorth to another place should be jarring to Telmus, a nascent Primordial; his senses could practically touch all the edges of Reality, and if he wanted, he could reach anywhere almost instantaneously.
However, this place he was heading to was not anywhere inside Reality, and when the tear in space appeared before him that shimmered like liquid time, Telmus did not hesitate before he stepped through.
He thought that this portal looked like an eye. This was the last thought in his mind before a wave of unrelenting power washed over him, and for a moment, he was blind as his senses were overloaded.
It hurt, as if his raw nerves had but the pain was nothing when he could feel his body adapting under this baptism of fire.
Telmus barely felt a ripple behind him under the unrelenting tides of power that threatened to burn out his soul, but he could instinctively feel the pulse of his daughter's heart. That naughty girl had followed him.
