[Glimmer Mist Park]

The dragon's claws are met by swords of the astral figure, parried, blocked and swatted away as the swordsman presses onwards.

Can the beast's body stand against imaginary steel? Would the wounds caused be real, or would they fade when it leaves this place?

Such questions will soon find their answer. But more importantly: can it keep track of where it is flying? Because the physical world is still there, the ground visible from some angles through a rift in space. By rolling over to face the astral swordsman, the dragon has put said rift behind and below itself.

If it forgets to fly while attempting to tear him apart, it will find the boundless darkness is not so boundless after all, and crash right back to reality.