The four Dragonborn flew closer to the black rift. With every meter they traveled the presence of the Chaos Realm became stronger. The energy pouring through the opening was different from the Magic in Elyndor. It felt foul and unnatural, crawled across their bodies like an invisible layer of filth while its pressure seemed to twist their stomachs from the inside.
Even the Dragonborn found themselves fighting against a sudden wave of nausea.
"Ugh... this is disgusting," Eccar muttered through their telepathic connection.
Aesa frowned as she kept flying. "The energy feels wrong."
"If an ordinary human came this close it would be bad for them," Sylven began.
"They'd probably already be unconscious immediately," Erend added.
None of them doubted that result. A normal person would have collapsed long before reaching the rift, overwhelmed by the concentrated Chaos energy leaking from the other side.
