Damien stared up at the sky while he thought. "40...no, 50..." He nodded. "Around 50 years. The portal opened up once the last of the dragon blood died out. Theoretically, I still have dragon blood, but it's probably been wiped out by the Avalonian magic." He shrugged then looked at the portal. "Strange though...it's not stable right now. Give me a minute; we can't enter it right now."
Damien breathed out, his breath crystalizing in the cold Avalonian air. He drew Requiem, the illusion disappearing as the blade rasped against the sheath. When Damien had drawn it fully, he appeared to become younger and younger, finally stopping in his mid twenties. Damien pulled himself up, his head seeming to touch the sky with his full authority over all magic. The stones collapsed around the portal rose up and began to stack upon each other, Damien going though sword form after sword form as fluidly and gracefully as a dance. The opaque purple portal rose up to meet the stones as Damien slowed to a halt, sword poised parallel to the ground at head level. With a shout, Damien plunged the Light-infused sword into the portal. the purple veil disappeared outwards from the blade, showing a world completely alien compared to this one. Damien twisted the blade sideways and pulled it out, sheathing the blade. Once more, he became an old man. He turned around as the capstone at the top of the portal began to gleam with the symbol for the Far Veil.
"Alright, I gotta remain here while you brats walk though to keep the portal open. It's gonna close behind us when I step through, so y'all better have everything you need." Damien's staff remained upright in front of the portal, gleaming with magic. "Hurry up ladies and gents, we ain't got all day." He said gruffly.