A New Conflict

Alastor didn’t like the fact that he had to undergone the same process that delivered him to this world. The last time he went in the portal, he forgot some of his memories. It took him several weeks to remember his mission to protect someone.

Alastor felt the curious gaze of Layla as she was invoking the right coordinates on the portal. Normally, anyone would feel awkward should they see someone wearing a semi-medieval wearing and equipment. There was nothing to be ashamed of since he was going home.

“Ah, yes.” Layla said. She was reading the manuscript that she stole from the archives of Ordinus. Layla transfixed her eyes elsewhere at the carvings of the circular granite portal. “It should be like this just as how my parents came out of the portal.”

Layla came close atop of it and pressed several markings. She sighed as she finished adjusting the coordinates.

“It should take you from the same location my parents used to go in.” Layla closed the book a satisfying thump.