[@CreedTheChimera][@supertinyking][@Kishin Asura]
Mortis escapes the grasp of the nightmarish horde, fleeing from the impending danger. He escapes into the Multiverse, emerging on some far off world. However, he leaves behind him the very warriors whom he had gathered, stranded in the Chaos Realm. And with his departure his forming realm broke to pieces, the Chaos Realm once more descending into it's own chaotic nature.

Even as Rick struck out, the change was palpable. Gravity seemed to turn off, causing his attack to miss as he floated aimlessly up into the air. The creature's eyes glinted, as nightmares took complete control of the surroundings. The air seemed to be sucked out of the surroundings, as Rick and Marcus found themselves unexpectedly floating in space. The Nightmare held Rick by the neck, fingers digging deep into the fabric with inhuman strength. Rick might punch, and he might kick, but the creature would not give. He had no momentum, and yet the creature seemed to be standing on a solid plane all of it's own. The vacuum tore the air from their lungs, sniffing out any flame instantly, and they could feel themselves beginning to suffocate. Rick in particular would feel his blood instantly boiling in the low pressure, being pulled out of his wounded hand like a red mist.

If nothing was done in the next few minutes, both Marcus and Ricky would inevitably die, the Nightmare hordes rushing to their location as they struggled to fend off their current adversary.