Unlike the standard spatial gates that transported one instantly from one location to another, the Star Gate functioned differently. It was a long-distance spatial portal—an ancient marvel that led its users into a dimensional corridor known as a spatial tunnel.
This tunnel was no simple hallway. It glowed with an ethereal brilliance, its walls made of cascading light and shadow, like an infinite kaleidoscope shifting with every step. Threads of raw spatial energy laced the air, pulsing and dancing with dangerous beauty.
Navigating it was a feat of both power and precision. Without exact spatial coordinates, a traveler could easily veer off and be spat out into some random, desolate part of the universe—or worse, into a collapsed dimension.
"Stay close," Vayerel warned from the front. "The tunnels in this realm are unstable."
