Lucivar was excited to see what Tamtu had—what kind of power she'd give him.
But he was wrong to be excited, at least initially.
In this realm beyond mortal comprehension, the world is an endless black sea.
A sea so black that it could absorb the light.
So still that it looked like solid ground from above.
So bleak that any living creature would lose its mind if it lingered too long.
Lucivar plummeted into the Primordial Sea of Tamtu.
All that could be heard in this realm is the sound of currents, waves moving erratically against the wind, and also the thunderous churn from the giant whirlpools. Ones that aren't formed through nature, but magic instead.
From above, the sea was akin to one big onyx stone that had no end in sight.
It stretched to the horizon and beyond.
A boundless, storm-lashed expanse suspended between time and breath.
A place where reality twisted in spirals of impossible proportions.
