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We were traveling inter-dimensionally through a wormhole that bent space and time. That much was evident by the molecules separating from their groups and particles splitting apart to sever protons from electrons. This was an energy path, but it was not a ley line.
I didn't feel recharged falling through the multicolored waves of light. The surge of frothing particles burned my skin. It gnawed at my bones. I felt it stripping my magic away.
It kicked and punched and scratched. I was certain I'd be bleeding when I came through the other side. If, miraculously, I came through the other side.
And it was cold. So cold, even though it flashed those five colors seen in the form of an arc after a rainstorm. I knew what this was, what we were traveling inside of. It could only be the Bifros
