The void between worlds was thin, the webbing fraying as they moved as the very backbone of the universe itself seeming to expand and contract around them like a heartbeat, heavy and burning. Kamui had long since ceased to be bothered by it, walking without light or sound, without any feeling at all save the hand in his and the sear of power pulling them towards another port. That power was a beacon and Kamui was careful as he steered them, knowing that if he wasn’t he was likely to call something or someone down on them. It was the danger of folding dimensions; knowing that whatever was likely to notice was either going to pass by silent and wary or attack, seeking as such things did, to absorb the power they wielded, adding it to their own. Once he would have had no fear of such an attack but now …
His hand tightened around the one in his, the return squeeze faint and far away, almost an afterthought as it had been for so long now. As if he were an afterthought,a figment of a dream that no longer had any form or meaning but instinct behind it, the dreamer unable to stop himself from falling into it.
There were stars out there and shadows here, misty and clingy, passing over his skin as he came to a decision, opening his eyes to stare into the void, the energy in his hand shifting again, flaring white-hot as Kamui chose, the slow drag of time seeming to speed. First into colors, orange and blue and white, the glare of reds and golds harsh, softer shades of violet and midnight and a black that somehow was more colorful than anything he’d seen in all their time traveling in this space of no-place and no-time. Sound followed, a low cacophony that grew as the colors swam and blurred in crazy, distorted shapes, explosions of light, full of laughter and screams and the softest of whispers made deafening. As always sensation came last, the push of thin air into fresh, the taste of the universe’s dead beginning, its graveyard still clinging in the back of his throat as wind sucked around them, his hand finding the door of a world, elastic and now translucent as a soap bubble, fingers prodding and then pushing them through.
Into night. Into life and reality, Kamui taking a moment to steady himself, the fingers he clung to seeming to waver, thinning into nothing, disappearinig from his grasp. Panic surged at that, Kamui reaching with everything in him as the portal shimmered, a cascade of deepest blues and purples wisping around the edges into a blue ghost light that spat him out with an audible pop before closing.
Alone, with only the lingering sensation of fingers still clasping his, fearful and enraged as he turned around quickly to take in his surroundings.