Merasmus appears to be struggling to open and maintain a powerful, but small portal anchoring the two worlds. As he takes a deep breath and bolts through, he turns around just in time to see a ginger-haired silhouette running from afar.
Then the connection severs, and the portal snaps closed.
It’s a feeling he’ll never get used to, the void separating two worlds. Suffocating dark wrapping around you, unable to breathe as you have to battle your way towards the exit, knowing that if you’re lucky, you only have a second to spare. And if you’re not, you’ll be lost forever. He’s terrified.
He stretches forwards, and leaps out of the other side of the link, tumbling onto the ground and rolling into the grass, gasping for air. It’s a full moon tonight, and a stray wizard has found himself in a version New Mexico, so similar to where he had came from, but knowing that nobody here will be the same.
And with that, he promptly passes out on the sparse, gravelly grass.