The boy's death had reminded Caspian of where he was currently stuck in. He was in an Event, a Crisis to be exact. One of the highest-ranking New World Events ever recorded.
The reality was a gruesome one, he knew it best because he had read a lot about events in hopes of actually entering one.
Each one was vastly different from the next, although some worlds were linked and shared similar rules. Still, the same caution applied to them all.
If you are not lethal, careful, swift, prepared, smart and or powerful. Your chances of surviving in one of these hells were at an all-time low– even if it's just a Terror.
Cass had read up on every single Event that had appeared since before the dark ages– in braille sadly, based on what he knew this event was a new kind, which could most likely spiral into something much more terrifying than a mere Crisis… a Calamity maybe.
Or even a Devastator.