Horror Heaven.
This realm was dark and broken, everything about it felt wrong.
For those who had been here before, this place would normally feel wrong for the right reasons.
This was literally the home ground of the Primordial Centipede and the embodiment of fear, of course it would make anyone feel a deep sense of wrongness.
The thick, dark veil seemed to pierce and permeate every corner of the void, accompanied by ghostly whispers and eerie clicks that resonated right beside the ears of all those present.
Everything here would make anyone, even the most powerful immortals, feel a little bit of discomfort at least that would make them not want to spend much time here.
But now, the type of wrongness that could be felt from the entire place was just a double-down version of what it meant to be wrong.
For fear to feel fear, there had to be levels of fear.
