Silas emerged from the Grade 1 portal, feeling the sudden shift as his feet touched solid ground again. The moment he arrived in the storeroom, the portal behind him shimmered briefly before vanishing entirely, leaving only the rusty, ancient-looking portal device that had sent him there in the first place. The storeroom was dimly lit, its concrete walls and cluttered shelves casting long shadows, and the air carried a stale, metallic scent.
Silas took a slow, careful look around, eyes scanning every corner, half-expecting someone to be lurking in the shadows. But the room was exactly as he had left it—quiet, unchanged, and vacant. Still, the events in the realm had left him uneasy, and he couldn't shake the thought of who might have forced him through the portal in the first place.