It was as if all the air suddenly disappeared from the Crosspath, from Creation itself. The entirety of existence froze for a terrible, aching moment before exhaling a massive wind that swirled through the hub and buffeted all of us with the stench of decay and ancient angst.

Even I felt the pressure of that wind, Chaos responding with a bellow of defiance, the mist surging forward to pool around me. I could almost feel it snarling as the twisting air tugged at the edges, ...