Eris' protection

The tsunami of flesh crashes onto us, heavy and relentless.

The current surges over the dome like a river of meat and bone, thick with gore, stinking of rot and death. It presses in from all sides, and for a moment, it feels like we're drowning beneath it, submerged in a suffocating sea of corrupted remains.

Thankfully…

Eris' barrier still holds.

Her darkness skill has formed an impenetrable cocoon. I can't see through it though, since the dome is pitch black, but I can hear it.

The grinding of bones.

The squelch of blood.

The oppressive weight of it all, bearing down, hungry to crush anything still breathing.

And I can feel Eris too

Her stance locked in place. Her teeth gritted tight. Her arms stretched out, holding back the entire world. She's enduring this—enduring everything—just to shield us.