Fear felt different when you stopped drowning in it.
Erwen stood at the edge of the fog. A mirror that reflected the Nightmare.
He took a single step forward, falling through the fog as his world spun.
And as he fell, gravity inverted in ways that defied the natural order. He closed his eyes, anchoring himself to where he wanted to be.
The sense of falling disappeared.
There was no impact.
Instead, he was now standing before a fractured reality.
The cosmic sea beneath his feet, constellations etched in the depths while the earth hung above.
Fog retreated behind him. There was no reason for it to act as a gateway now.
The harvest this time was far less than what he had originally anticipated.
Perhaps it was due to the intervention of a new variable.
Not only that, but there was also the mechanical girl controlling the cannons around the city.
A part of him was happy. Happy that the city managed to find fighters of this calibre to help out in their time of need.
