Travelling down the underground tunnels of the Denver airport, you’re blinded by the sudden eruption of arcane light covering every color in the spectrum, including a few you didn’t realize you could see. As your vision recovers, the lights swirl together, forming the largest rift you’ve seen so far.
You steady yourselves and get ready for whatever manner of insanity is about to break through but nothing comes. Instead, the lights begin to lash out like whips. Shawn’s astral perception shows the artifact you are following has gone into the rift likely an hour or two ago. Knowing the only way to retrieve the artifact is to step into the rift you do so.
Your previous surroundings disappeared in a flash of light. As sight returns you’re barely able to tell. You’re not blind but the darkness around you is so deep it almost feels like it. Low-light struggles to make out the people around you as you prepare to defend yourself. Thermographic shows the mostly familiar shapes of your fellow runners, trees ten meters away in both directions, and a highly reflective pair of metallic lines running along the ground at the center of the trees. In one direction it disappears around a bend, but you can’t gauge the distance, the other, it disappears into a blackness. Looking around some more you notice that the shape of Mako seems to be missing, instead a much smaller form of a human stands in his place.
The air smells clean, cleaner than any air you are used to, but also musty and damp. Like you’re inside a cave, but looking upwards you can see small dots, maybe stars, but something about them is off. Your ears pick up the startled breathing of those with you, a slight rustling-slurp that seems to be coming from the leaves or something within the trees, and a distant vibration that seems to be getting louder.
The rumbling grows louder, but remains indistinct, while the rustling-slurps gain more slurp and less rustle. The inky blackness within the trees looks to be writhing when that darkness suddenly rolls and flows out towards you. An inky arm launches forward, slapping the ground in front out you and filling the air with a sharp scent of chlorine. As it retracts the ground where it hit sizzles and froths.
Acid. And darkness.
Not these things again!