It's Lindar, who finds a rift.
It's like a deposit in rock; certain gems and precious metals have indicators surrounding it, and the air here does. Right around the entrance of some cave-tunnels - well known physical shortcuts between certain dragon worlds. It's flickering, fleeting. Weak on their side.
But it's not completely accessible - something needed to push through from the other side.
This. . .is troubling. It means Spyro didn't simply fall through a rift. It means-
"He was taken," the normally calm Delbin snarls. Beside him, his brother Ignitus shows his fangs, upset.
"Then get the chosen team together," Lindar suggests. "We'll use our magic and strength and try to follow through."
Ignitus nods and goes to fetch them; he wasn't chosen for the team, but he would do what he could.
So they were all there: Delbin, Lindar, Tomas, Magnus, Maximos, Kelvin, Jarvis, Lyle, Latiff, Zikimo, and Claude. Representatives from each world.
They took their stances, and reached, pushing, trying to pull themselves through. Ignitus watched on, back a ways, in case he needed to get anyone else.
The dragons felt the rift change texture.
And then they lost their footing as it suddenly opened up into a full portal.
The Professor was sure he had the right combinations. The wires were in place, electricity connected.
It was on but no swirling galaxy filled its frame.
He tapped a pen to his chin.
It was on - he could hear the hum, feel the accompanying little-warmer-than-lukewarm-warmth. But no silky galaxy.
The Professor sighed. Maybe he would need to try again tommarrow - go over his calculations once more.
Before he could turn it off, the portal fully flickered to life, and a broad, scaly figure came through.
Multiple, scaly figures, he soon saw. He had to step back, and he hoped his caves would have enough room.
They were huge, far bigger than he had through. Imposing, powerful. But he felt no fear; these were Spyro's people, his kin.
The lead one, an orange fellow with his brow furrowed, and claws curled tight, began to say, "Now where is-"
"Spyro!" The Professor ran off from the dragons, whooping for joy. "Spyro! It worked! It worked!"