The scene changed instantly.
The soft, ethereal light of the Spirit Realm was replaced by a sense of crushing weight. The visual perspective also shifted violently, the "camera" of the illusion zooming out until Sol felt like he had shrunk to the size of a mite on a rug.
"Then," Isylia's voice dropped, becoming heavy and resonant like a stone drum, "there is the Titan Realm.
Massive shapes formed in the void. Mountains that walked. Clouds that were actually the steam rising from the breath of giants. The horizon stretched into infinity, filled with structures so large they defied geometry.
"Everything there is countless times larger," she explained, gesturing to a forest where the trees pierced the stratosphere. "A single blade of grass there is like a tower to you. A raindrop is a flood for a mortal like you. The gravity is crushing… ten, maybe twenty times what you are used to. The air is so dense it would feel like breathing in water."
