The Jabberwocky

This isn't like the first roar…What the hell is this?! He questioned.

Before he realized it, the contorted howl echoed in his mind, igniting a feverish sensation throughout his body as the scenery around him crumbled. Though he tried to rationalize that it was a hallucination, the madness of it all left him stagnant.

Skies of swirling emerald, trees that curved and expanded, growing continuously into various shapes, and a constantly expanding-and-contracting ground; It was the Jabberwocky's personal domain of mania.

Where the hell did it drag me?...Is this like the Unending Nightmare's ability? No, it has to be a hallucination, right? He questioned.

Nonetheless, it wasn't as though he was left alone there, the Jabberwocky itself confronted him, though in its own realm of insanity, it had grown vastly larger as its green skin turned to a glowing yellow and its swirling eyes were a kaleidoscope of shifting colors.

So much for making it through without a fight, he thought.