"I remember this place being much more difficult," Finn mused to himself, his voice audible even over the screeching wind of the temporal storms. "I needed a trance just to survive the crossing. But now..." he left the statement unfinished and simply chuckled, his meaning clear.
With a mere thought, he steered the serpent soul mass he stood on. The beast weaved through the chaotic air, banking hard to avoid a bolt of purple-white lightning that materialized out of nowhere. The spatial distortions moved in cycles that Finn predicted seconds before they occurred. Because he had others in tow, he didn't take the direct, brutal paths he could have taken alone. Instead, he wove a route that maintained the integrity of the Error dome, ensuring Madoc and Osmund remained untouched by the "sludge-like" time outside.
