Staring at the bottomless lake surrounding Abonisle was both fascinating and disturbing. Irwyn had at first been worried that staring into it could even be dangerous, though Elizabeth assured him that it would be fine. Unless he spotted another dragon or some such being just crawling out, in which case they would have bigger problems than observing it.Therefore, Irwyn got to experience a much diminished version of the existential dread of travelling through the Void. Much like just looking at blood and viscera from a distance was a lot less nauseating than being completely enveloped in the smell. It was still very unpleasant and probably ill-advised to continue doing for too long, but relatively fine. Which gave him the leeway to notice the deeper strangeness of it. Very much unlike his diving experiences.Namely, how twisted the Void seemed to be across the city. No matter where in the bottomless lake Irwyn tried to look, literally every angle and direction revealed to him the exact same image. Not just generic sheer blackness, but rather a specific place. Or at least one facet of it. It still looked pitch black, but Irwyn could tell that everywhere he glanced led there. Like ten thousand identical paintings. No matter where he stared, it was always that one scenery. Even if he struggled to identify it by sight alone, Irwyn could put things together from what he already knew.“Is that… the Dredge?” he recalled the name.“Presumably,” Elizabeth nodded. “The enchantments on it are quite something, since it literally forces anything crawling out of the Void in the entire region to be redirected inside its bowels. Or outright blocks that passage, depending on the configuration. I once overheard it had been more expensive to build than any one of the three Spires.”“Would it stop even you?” Desir inquired with apparent curiosity.“Most definitely even me,” she nodded. “A Domain dedicated to slipping through the Void (...)