The Cerberus Organization wrote:As the men continued toward the Tear, the storm gre worse. A car was lifted from the ground, and slammed into side a building a few feet from them. "How the hell are we supposed to get through the storm?" said one of the men behind him, "There's no way we can get through that, the storm will rip us apart!" "I don't know!" Dawson replied. "We'll set up shelter nearby and see if we can uncover anything useful about the Tear." They filed into a nearby building and set up defensive positions in the windows. They set up a radio transmitter to try and contact headquarters for information. Maybe they could uncover something about the Tear.
The building groaned and shuddered as it was battered by the winds. Slowly, it was collapsing; bricks would fall off it's facade from now and again, bit's of it's skeleton would break, and it would slowly worsen in condition. Fires had already ravaged parts of it, and the Tear would finish it off. This close, nothing was permanent, all there was the moment before, the next it was no longer.
Just as well, the strongest transmitter they had would get them only a weak signal, the storm was worse than the worst hurricane in human history by miles, it was the best they would receive. So close to the heart, the Tear was visible through the walls of dust and debris as a light almost as bright as sunlight, if fully unveiled. A massive, dark shape occasionally circled the light, casting it's shadow for all to see. The terrible roar of a great many screaming nightmares pushing for passage through the relatively small rip was constant, with undulated screams of the many human souls being sucked into the Tear itself. Dark, shadow-like beings appeared in and out of reality in the area, stalking for souls to catch before they fell into oblivion.
The same demonic creatures that had swarmed them earlier were in abundance just as well, freshly spawned, they swept by consistently, heading in any direction away from the Tear