Felix nods to that concern: he makes a note to ask Naugus later if there's any sign of Nocturnal influencing the portal, but that's another question and he doesn't want to ask what might seem a second silly question in short order.

He's willing to step through first, into the night of Nocturnal's realm. It's a relief to find find solid stone and grass under his feet. Around them lies a rolling woodland of sparse grass and barren, blackened trees. The only light comes from a diffuse glow in the clouded purple sky, and small beds of glowing blooms around the roots of the trees.

The half-light here seems almost normal, but when Felix kneels down to brush a cautious hand over the unfamiliar flowers, their light drains the color from his gauntlets once more.

"Now this is strange," he mutters, but he sounds quite delighted. "Not what I expected at all."