The transition between Existence should have been instantaneous, a mere blink between one existence and another, but Duke Gwendolyn's power carried them across countless weavings of Existence with such force that Noah felt every impossible fold they traversed!
Each layer pressed against his consciousness like pages in a book being riffled by an impatient reader, thousands of stories and possibilities bleeding into one another until the very concept of distance became meaningless.
When they finally materialized, Noah's first sensation was suffocation of existence itself!
It was…familiar.
It was Paradox!
The space around them defied every natural law. Obsidian cloth hung in the air like frozen waterfalls, each drape twisting into its neighboring fabrics. The material seemed to flow upward and downward simultaneously, creating corridors that led everywhere and nowhere, passages that existed in states of being both open and closed.
