[The Gloom - Nightterror Attack!]

The sunlight washes over the nightterror, causing the horrific creature to loose a bit of its maleficent luster as it fades to a dull black. This doesn't appear to harm the creature at all, but it should make the fight far more manageable. While under the glow of sunlight, the terror seems to be unable to alter its shape, having become rubbery rather than fluid. For a moment the tendrils recoil from the light, but just as quickly they redouble their efforts, attempting to seize the jar from the lich.

And should the terror steal the trinket?

It won't smash it.

That would be dumb.

Instead it'll spit the object away at high velocity, sending it tumbling through the air into the far distance.

While all this is going on the thing focuses a not at all inconsequential amount of its power to create discordant arcane static, seeking to disrupt and hamper the magical signal between the phylactery and body. Such a thing wouldn't destroy the lich by any means, but it may well leave the undead wizard dazed.

And then it gets blasted with a whole lotta fire. Rubbery black flesh gets burned into ash and the terror retorts with a rather simple counter-attack. A tendril the size of a tree-trunk comes hurtling down toward Kr.

[The Faerie]

Otherwise known as Tir na n'Og, the Otherworld, the Enchanted Forest, the Hedge, and a plethora of other colorful names. That's where Isaac has just bumbled into. He may find the surreal realm resonates strongly with his magic.

Or maybe not.

There are all sorts of different types of fae in the Nexus after all. Some of them may as well just be humans with weird ears!

Dreamlike is probably the best way to describe the realm. Colors and lines shift and warp subtly in a pleasingly hypnotic fashion. A warm feeling of snugness presides over everything, as though one were buried away under warm blankets. Impossibly colored butterflies flit through the air, chasing after motes of light that drift and twirl on unseen and unfelt winds. This place is... peaceful. But it holds a sinister edge as though this dream might become a nightmare at any moment.

Should he look back, Isaac will see the halls of his school behind him, still solidly real in the face of all this whimsy.

Before him looms the incomprehensible tangle of the Hedge.

Now what?