Alex stepped out onto Gorath's surface.
Every one of his instincts screamed at him to turn back, but he didn't listen to any of them.
The air was oppressive, heavy with the weight of something vast and ancient, saturating his senses with an unmistakable sense of dread.
As he moved closer to the cavern entrance, he felt the pull within him intensify, his very will fracturing under its weight.
Each step felt as though he was moving through quicksand, his thoughts clouded, his body moving almost in spite of itself.
The jagged cliffs cast eerie shadows, and the gusts of frigid wind seemed to carry whispers, but Alex had already realised those were from the foreign feelings that were taking over his very being.
With each step, his control frayed,and his breath came in ragged bursts.