Once Childermass has Syrlya's hand, he's yanking them back through the shadows. It isn't a smooth transition by any account, more like a sudden stumble through a yawning void of black and then they're out again, staggering to keep from tumbling over. He can use it again, sure, but it isn't all smooth sailing.
He exhales once he sees they haven't fallen on their faces and lets go of Syrlya to open the dimension.
"What does the sword look like? People have all sorts of weapons in here."
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Once Childermass has Syrlya's hand, he's yanking them back through the shadows. It isn't a smooth transition by any account, more like a sudden stumble through a yawning void of black and then they're out again, staggering to keep from tumbling over. He can use it again, sure, but it isn't all smooth sailing.
He exhales once he sees they haven't fallen on their faces and lets go of Syrlya to open the dimension.
"What does the sword look like? People have all sorts of weapons in here."