We tumbled through the gate and hit solid ground hard.
Switzerland ground. Real and stable, not-collapsing-into-dimensional-nothing Switzerland ground.
I lay there for a moment, breathing hard, still clutching Void against my chest like it might disappear if I let go. Which, given our track record with dimensional weirdness, wasn't entirely paranoid.
Azryth was beside me immediately, still holding the sword in one hand while his other found my arm. Checking that we'd both made it through, that we were both still in one piece, that neither of us had accidentally gotten left behind in an imploding dimension.
You know, normal relationship concerns.
