Damon had done his due diligence. He had observed the rift, tested its edges with probes of mana and blood, and even used live test subjects to confirm his theory. He knew logically that this was survivable.
That did nothing to make the act itself feel any less insane.
The moment he threw himself in, reality turned hostile.
An overwhelming pressure slammed into him from every direction at once, as if space itself had decided to crush him for daring to exist inside it. Forces pulled, twisted, and tore at his body simultaneously. Up, down, inward, outward, there was no orientation, and no mercy. It felt less like traveling through space and more like being fed into the grinding gears of a god.
Damon swore under his breath and reacted instantly.
