Through The Storm
As Erend and Eccar flew closer to the swirling vortex the sheer scale of the thing became apparent. The vortex was colossal, far larger than they had initially perceived. Its diameter seemed to stretch endlessly, swallowing the sky in a maelstrom of black and red energy. The oppressive pressure increased with every flap of their wings, pressing down on them like an invisible weight.
"By the gods, it's massive," Erend muttered, his voice nearly lost in the roaring wind. He could feel the energy pulsing against his skin like a relentless force that sapped his strength with each passing second. "The closer we get, the stronger it feels. This is going to be more dangerous than we thought."
Eccar's smile didn't falter. If anything, it widened, his eyes sparkling with unrestrained excitement. "That's what makes it fun!" he shouted back with voice that seems to filled with fierce joy. "We don't know what's inside, but we'll find out soon enough, right!"