The first thing he notices is how different the magic in the air feels. By the time he turns around towards the entrance, he already knows it’ll be gone. The white walls have sealed behind him like they were never open to begin with. That doesn’t stop him from trying to break out though. He punches the walls on their stupidly smooth surfaces, kicks them, wishes for a moment that he could torch them or shake the ground to break them apart. Although maybe his kind of magic doesn’t work here because whatever force brought him here doesn’t follow it. Magic doesn’t work that way, it can’t just kidnap people!