The transition from the pristine heavily ordered environment of the Chaos Ark to the raw unfiltered atmosphere of the Court of Madness was jarring.
Arthur Sterling, Lyra and Kaelith stood at the edge of a massive floating obsidian dock.
The sky above them wasn't a sky. It was a shifting swirling canvas of bleeding colors and fractured geometries.
The gravity constantly fluctuated. It pulled at Arthur coat one second and threatened to crush his bones the next.
"Keep your auras tight." Arthur murmured. His voice barely carried over the deafening mind breaking whispers that echoed through the air.
The whispers were the ambient thoughts of the Outer Gods.
To a normal mortal, hearing them would instantly liquefy their brain and drive them into a permanent drooling psychosis.
[Ding!]
[Initiating Real Time Conceptual Translation.]
[Filtering cognitive hazards. Translating Eldritch frequencies into legible Host data.]
