It was a new sensation. It didn't quite make sense. The laws of space and time were twisted and folded in ways he had rarely seen. In a way, it reminded him of a past experience, and finally, he landed.
His feet touched a landmass, and Damon found himself standing on a broken world. This world did not have a god, so it was chaos. Rivers flowed through the sky, their waters the color of blood. There was darkness, yet bright, chaotic streams of space created a source of light that resembled...
The world had a very chaotic sense of time, as if time itself were malleable here.
Nothing made sense, so Damon spread his Shadow Perception as far as he could, extending it for many, many miles and touching upon the chaotic spirals that tore at his senses, causing him a degree of pain. But then he realized something.
"I'm on Soltheon," he muttered to himself, slowly looking across the continent. Even the plants and trees of this world were strange.
