Merida landed in the abyss, standing alone atop a large, desolate mountain of jagged black cliffs and towering spires of red and dark green moss. This layer was larger than the mortal world, yet she could feel it as clearly as she feels the palm of her hand. And just how she felt it, the layer itself sensed her presence as it washed over its entirety like a raging wave of demonic magic.
To the demons living there, Merida's presence felt like a deafening thunderclap, a sharp scream that exploded inside their minds, a painful sense of wholeness and unity with the lands. They were a part of the hivemind; she was the hivemind itself.
Each heartbeat, each step, and each pulse of demonic magic, Merida could sense all of her demons and their lives. The millions and billions of fungal demonic nightmares all sensed her presence and stared at the peak, drowning in the shadow of a titanic fungal tree.
