Eris' protection
The tsunami of flesh crashes onto us, heavy and relentless.
The current surges over the dome like a river of meat and bone, thick with gore, stinking of rot and death. It presses in from all sides, and for a moment, it feels like we're drowning beneath it, submerged in a suffocating sea of corrupted remains.
Thankfully…
Eris' barrier still holds.
Her darkness skill has formed an impenetrable cocoon. I can't see through it though, since the dome is pitch black, but I can hear it.
The grinding of bones.
The squelch of blood.
The oppressive weight of it all, bearing down, hungry to crush anything still breathing.
And I can feel Eris too
Her stance locked in place. Her teeth gritted tight. Her arms stretched out, holding back the entire world. She's enduring this—enduring everything—just to shield us.