Knowing full well what sort of nightmare they've walked into makes it no less of a nightmare. Greg's fully aware of the twisted warp of reality around them, the extreme magical forces at play trying to drag everyone in. It can't trick him, not after all he's been through... but it can sure push him.

The spiritual feedback of the lost souls is so loud that Greg can hardly think straight. The effort to keep his thoughts his own saps his strength; he finds himself leaning against Meril for support.

"I don't... feel so good, Mer..."

Reality is shifting around them, ready to pull his fears into reality. Greg clutches her tighter as his body's strength saps further away.