The horror he felt was not something that could be overcome by courage, bravery, or even by having a depth of experience facing harrowing things. Not even by being one of those things yourself.
Because its source was not something that had a rational reason or could be overcome, to begin with. Instead, it was simply a natural reaction of a lesser being who found itself in the presence of the Forgotten God… of Nightmare God, the God of Corruption.
The dreaming herald of the Void.
Even if what they were approaching was not the Forgotten God himself but merely the Seed of Nightmare where he was imprisoned, lulled to slumber by the Spell, their spirits simply could not resist being horrified.
It was a fear that came not from their minds, bodies, or even souls. Instead, it was a fear that was born from the very essence of their beings, like an instinctual response that could not be controlled consciously.
