CRACK.
A portal RIPPED open in the chamber, loudly, violently. It was made of pink and defied the laws of portals and physics. It shredded the air apart with a roar of water and pressure that blasted across the chamber, the edges ragged and unstable, the magical equivalent of a door being kicked off its hinges by a woman who didn't have the strength to turn the handle.
The cuffs were still vibrating and not working.
Serena came through the pink portal like she'd been launched from a cannon. The same lake that usually lit gold and healed her when she touched it didn't have time to either. Her body skidded across the surface in a blur of limbs and blood, the momentum carrying her straight to the stone ground where she didn't stop, tumbling end over end, rolling across gravel and rock.
Water was gushing out of the portal she made at the same time. The pressure causing it to shoot across the chamber and hit the wall on the other side.
