Odd. Weird. Perplexing. Strange. Bizarre. Unreal.
Those were the words that went through his mind as he passed through the rift he had created. A rift between the material world, and the plane of wildmagic.
He had expected to see a chaotic world. Visuals similar to what he saw when he looked at wildmagic leaking through rifts.
Instead, he saw nothing. He heard nothing, and he felt nothing. There was no smell, nor was there anything to taste. In fact, it would be more proper to say that… there wasn't anything at all.
Nothing, but pure, unbridled mana.
He couldn't use his five senses, but not because something prevented him from, but because he didn't have them anymore. Just like everything else in this plane, he had become mana. Pure mana, dark as the night, and as bright as shining stars.
He saw nothing, but he was aware of everything.
It was bizarre.
