The moment Connor stepped into the portal, his surroundings became a whirlwind of vertigo and disorientation. It felt as if his very essence was being turned inside out, his senses inverted and tossed about like a leaf in a tempest. The relic technology that facilitated his transport, though antiquated, did not come without its drawbacks. As the world spun relentlessly, he found himself caught in a disorienting maelstrom, the vibrant colors of reality melding into a chaotic blur. It was akin to being ensnared in a mesmerizing storm of fireworks, the brilliance captivating and disorienting all at once. And then, just as abruptly as it began, everything faded into the abyss of blackness.