Walking through a rift portal!

[23:56] Journeying higher into Mount Theria, Acheron found himself finally alone.

'It's actually not that cold as I originally thought...'

Thinking to himself as he tightened his scarf around his neck. Pulling it close as he stared out about the clearing. Looking down at all that remained of Esshar, the peninsula that they all called home.

'Alright... Let's try it...'

Raising an open palm, Acheron closed his hues. Feeling the world around him, every spec, every inch of snow. He observed his surroundings, taking it all in as he concentrated about his action.

'Now.'

The world pulled against him, he felt the life stream straining against his pull. Forcing reality to remain the way it was, preventing any more damage from attacking the fabric of space and time. The very thing that allowed for life to remain as it is, and not corrupt it with unbearable amounts of corruption. Untethered to allow creatures unknown to all to leap out and cause permeant damage to all those around.

'I'm pretty sure it's... Just like this..'

The life stream screamed against his pull, roaring in agnoy as he tore a fabric of space asunder.

Creating a rift before his very eyes as cold winds pulled into the endless void that laid about.

His chest rose before falling, gathering his breath in the chilled surroundings as he the hollowing screams erupted from it's loose tethers. Lashing about as if it was anomaly of life. Something not meant to be created as it defied life.

'Just like before..'

Smirking wide as he accomplished the feat with relative ease, Acheron stepped forward. Ready to enter whatever realm he'd end up losing himself in. However, he stopped. Frowning as he thought about the possible consequences and how he shouldn't act so reckless about this devastating act.

'Instead of entering an open riftwithout having any idea. Let's think of a place I know.'

While reality continued to scream, he looked over Esshar. Focusing on the desert near the boat that transported people towards Shadowmire.

Focusing on that sole image as he looked at it from afar.

He pushed on, straining himself as he forced an abrupt eruption on the far side of Esshar. Creating the exit of the rift at the ideal location of the Desert.

However, as golden hues continued to stare out in Esshar. He couldn't find the end of his rift on the opposite side of Esshar.

Frowning as he knew he opened up the end of the portal somewhere on Esshar, he couldn't find it from his view.

'Time to try again-'

He thought as he stepped to the side, wavering underneath the pressure of keeping the rift open to long. Golden pearls turned towards the rift as he was determined on making this journey. No matter the cost or where he'd end up in.

Moving forward, he tumbled, struggling to stand as he lazily moved throughout the snow. Leaving a rift open was a simple matter. Closing it was another and as long as he had his grip on the opening rift, the more he'd feel his energies drained.

'Come on!!'

Gritting his teeth, Acheron finally tumbled forward through the empty space. Feeling his very essence break all laws of physics as he tumbled forward, falling through the other side blindly as his vision blurred.

Coming to fall flat on his face, Acheron coarsely coughed as he clutched at the ground, only to find that it was stone cold.

With the last ditch of energy remained. He turned towards the portal, closing it with the mana that resided within him before feeling his conscious fade. Quickly falling asleep as he was drained due to the process.

Time moved on as Acheron finally woke up.

Taking his time, he moved about, finding the energy to push himself up to navigate the strange corridor he ended up in.

After a few turns and odd hallways, Acheron climbed a set of stairs.

Only to find out that he ended up in the Academy's basement. But the question was.. Why there?

(Acheron Erebus)