Cole felt the rift open beneath him before he saw it, green and gaping, and his hands came up to clutch at the brim of his hat in the moment before the Fade swallowed them all. There was a moment of stifling wrongness -- he couldn't be in the Fade, he was too solid, he wasn't supposed to take up this much physical space -- before something twisted around him.
Then he was lying face-down in a stone corridor. He sat up slowly, recognizing the hall. Some of the pressure he felt from being in the Fade in a physical form had eased, but this new space was disorienting in a different way. Skyhold, but not Skyhold.
Before he could help anyone here, he needed to get his bearings first.
Then he was lying face-down in a stone corridor. He sat up slowly, recognizing the hall. Some of the pressure he felt from being in the Fade in a physical form had eased, but this new space was disorienting in a different way. Skyhold, but not Skyhold.
Before he could help anyone here, he needed to get his bearings first.