But it's not a person it's… something else. It hangs in the air, a gausey tracery of green fire casting a soft illumination over the unearthly looking landscape of the ruined factory.
No sharp snap of a time machine this, there is instead a sense of slow pressure, as though something were being squeezed through a tube.
Drums: Get louder
As Amie watches, the not-exactly-a-portal ripples, and the sound of drums gets louder.
No sharp snap of a time machine this, there is instead a sense of slow pressure, as though something were being squeezed through a tube.
Drums: Get louder
As Amie watches, the not-exactly-a-portal ripples, and the sound of drums gets louder.