The disorienting sensation of spatial distortion abruptly faded as his feet planted on solid ground.
The familiar air of the Eagle's Beak Peak hollow, a mixture of sulfur and metallic rust, filled his nostrils. Though still acrid, it was far less oppressive than the air in the Deep Red Wilderness.
Wait!
Less oppressive?
Just a little less!
Murphy quickly looked up. The Plane Passage at the summit of Eagle's Beak Peak, originally over thirty meters in diameter and resembling a giant sore on the sky, had now shrunk to less than ten meters!
The twisting and writhing at its edges had slowed, and the roiling streams of Chaotic Energy within had grown dim and thin, like a spring on the verge of drying up.
When they had first entered, there had been monsters around, but they were nowhere near as densely packed as they were now.
Now, as far as the eye could see, the mountain ridges, the rock crevices, and the scorched earth teemed with dark red figures.
