Whispers echo in the haunted wood as shadows and shapes whip past him as if in a hurricane, though Balian remains untouched by any wind. There is a flash of light and sudden blindness that recedes to reveal a wild, lush prehistoric land sprawling out below blurred with an amber light as if there are two adjacent shifting images.
The effect is disorienting but with focus Balian can make sense of it and hears an echoing roar in the distance. A massive dragon composed of tightly bound barbed vines, brambles, and emerald gemstone rears its head and plunges through the vegetation and out onto an open plain. A tent city centered around an old elven tower with new wood buildings being erected around it and is suddenly engulfed in a billowing green cloud of acidic mist followed by an ursine roar.
Out of the corner of Balian's eye he can sense a familiar sickly presence as the bottom drops out of his stomach. The image of a tall ungainly-looking creature with familiar sinister eyes strides through his body with a shudder. With a rictus grin the creature cackles with a low-bass glee.
The scene shifts again and the crystal pining of steel rings in the air. A blade flashes in the amber light and the body of the first world dragon lies fallen its green blood spilling forth coating everything it spills upon in a mossy green carpet. A triumphant rider returns to the amber plain where an elven sage arms upraised and wielding a staff begins to seal the rift between worlds. A 30 foot tall lanky scarecrow of a green and crimson fey-plant creature stands distantly on the other side screaming in vitriolic rage as the rift seals.
The ground trembles and the presence of several mighty ancients of the first world appear and this region of the first world is turned into a fractured kaleidascope of views. Balian squints and just make out a creature running forth and striking the scarecrow, lifting it on high despite its piteous screams and plunging it into a shadowy chasm.
A blood filled maw rents open and screams again in the shadows as it scrabbles away...
