The world around him shattered like glass, pieces of reality crumbling, falling away, and he could feel that familiar tug, the pull from one existence, thrusting into another. There was always the same pain-a searing agony, a raw burn that consumed his soul as he tore away from that which he had known.
When the world finally coalesced around him once more, he found that he no longer was standing in the void of nothingness. No, he was in a place far worse than that.
It was dark-no, not just dark, suffocating-almost as if the very air itself had transmogrified into lead to weigh oppressively upon his chest with an insistence he had never before experienced. The stench of decay filled his nostrils, thick and rancid, as if the very ground he stood on had been soaked in death for eons. His senses were assailed by a thousand different horrors, and as he took in his surroundings, he realized with growing horror where he was.
This place was hell.
