The Gate

The gate formed before him, an arch framing a cascading sheet of softly crackling blue. He maintained concentration as it solidified and exhaled, rippling his duster. Within, the wispy energies of the inner rift were violet and green streams in an ocean of deep blue. The air was sharp, like after lightning. He stepped through the portal. He felt a sense of stretching as he was pulled across the distance between the gate and its terminus. As soon as he was fully through, the gate forcibly closed. Goosebumps broke out over his skin and one hand dropped to a revolver.