The ruined city was silent, save for the distant echo of dripping water and the occasional crackling ember left in the wake of her battle. Whatever lurked in the shadows, was probably too afraid to go out in the pouring rain. Or, maybe it was too afraid of the recipient of the fierce battle that unfolded just a while ago in the outskirts.
Sarissa stood motionless in front of the portal, her arms crossed tightly, eyes locked on the shimmering tear in reality. The strange, crackling energy that framed it pulsed rhythmically, like the slow, steady beating of a heart. She had tried stepping through a few times after the violent rejection, but something in it kept pushing her back as if she was nothing but a rag doll, hurling her back against the crumbling ruins.