Result Of One Change
The portal in Father Black's office shimmered as it opened, casting a pale, flickering light across the room.
Technology had advanced and so had the people that pushed it. Portals across planes no longer needed big, wide podiums. Now, miniature portals could be set anywhere as it was wished.
A figure stepped through—a tall, broad-shouldered man with a commanding presence. His features were mature, carved by experience and time, yet there was a vitality in him that belied his years.
This was Victor, the werewolf who had left for Imperilment years ago.
Time moved differently in that plane, and though it had been mere years on Earth, 200 years had passed in Imperilment. The weight of those years was in his eyes, but his body remained youthful, preserved by the immense power sealed within him that ensured the plane could contain his supernatural strength.