Out of every realm he had ever visited, and he had been to some of the most awful places in existence, the Chaos Door hated this realm the most.
At first, there was no way for him to conceptualize this hatred, many would argue that he was a fool for picking this realm over say some of the particularly despicable levels of the Great Abyss, or the Nest of the Nyrnthgin Horde that could stretch to cover multiple universes, but he knew that this hatred came about because of the subtle manner this realm poisoned the mind.
It was in the small things. Everything seemed off, but not by a lot, at the beginning it was easy to miss, but soon that sense of wrongness would continue to increase, from oceans that had no end or beginning and should have been filled with life, but mysteriously barren, to continents that should house no life but had life, to the subtle smell of rot that permeate all things to…
