After a couple of hours, the curtain of light begins to dissolve—slowly, like fog under a rising sun. The glow softens, dimming in waves, and then—
Fwum.
A sudden gust of energy rushes outward as the last remnants of the veil vanish. The crowd gathered in Misorn gasps as one, all eyes locked on the newly revealed structure at the heart of the plaza.
It stands like a crown of marble and obsidian—arched gates woven with glowing filigree, shimmering runes etched into the frame, pulsing gently with power. A dome of crystal above the structure rotates slowly, channeling ambient mana into the node. Within the gate, a swirling pool of silver light shimmers—active.
The portal is open.
For a heartbeat, the monsters are silent.
Then a young harpy in the crowd lets out a shriek of joy. "IT'S DONE! IT'S REALLY THE LEGENDARY PORTAL!"
