Reality Slough creates a zone where physical laws weaken. Terrain warps, angles twist, and movement becomes erratic. Creatures inside risk psychic damage or slowed reactions. This unstable area often lingers for minutes before collapsing into inert ground or leaving faint spatial echoes.
Space puckers around you; cobbles smear like melted wax, shadows flow uphill, and the horizon folds inward. Each step slogs through air thick as tar, while angles snap, realigning with jagged, shifting edges.