At first glance, the gate seemed deceptively normal. But as I approached, I noticed a subtle visual disturbance on the metal bars. Tiny yellow sparks danced from top to bottom. Beyond, all was mist – aside from the nearby purple tower.
A garnet river burst towards me. I ducked. A gauntleted hand helped me down, but too slowly. A barb whistled through my hair, grazing my temple. I felt individual hairs part, sliced away by the keenest of knives. A calm voice whispered that fate protected me. Rash had dragged me down just enough to avoid instant death.