It would take a couple of minutes for the power to filter through the runes, which began glowing, as the power was threaded through to each. Once they had sufficient strength, though, the wall between them turned from stone to a swirling, reddish-black miasma, that let a waft of hot air smelling of sulfur through.<br/><br/>When she stepped through, the mists of the portal would pass over her like a film of oil, parting and letting her through. A burning sensation, not painful, but noticeable, accompanied the passing, though she would emerge unharmed on the other side. Beyond, she'd find herself in a location that was bizarre for the seeming normalcy, mixed with the strange. She would find herself standing on a city street, having emerged from a small alcove built into the side of a building, that looked to be relatively abandoned. The air was warm, and smelled faintly of sulfur, and while the sun was in the sky, it was hidden behind rolling, red clouds, giving everything a sinister hue. Around her, the street was filled with various races; many of them mortals, but she'd notice devils, psychopomps, and formians, mixing into the crowd as well. Behind her appeared to be only a solid wall, though a gentle touch would reveal it to be permeable, rippling slightly at her touch. A few passersby seemed to notice her arrival, but none commented on it, or dwelled for long, continuing about their business.