@Viola Jones attempts to peer across the Gauntlet - and finds her face snagged and starred by thick, knobbly, icky, strands. Strands that would suffocate and seal off the Shadow from the realms of flesh had they not be shredded and ripped and gnawed. The fluttering, leaking, caressing... mess... pretty much blocks her view.
Tristan Hardt suffers the ragged wall sealing off the Shadow as well. The scion of Death Wolf is resolute, however, and worms his way through the slick and rent maze. What Emily could barely see becomes clear to the Elodoth as he stands, sinews strained, by the effort.
Beyond, Tristan finds the Shadow to have an appearance of health. Like a lush forest with no signs of bird or animal life. The cemetery is an environment of controlled lawns, mausolea, and ranked memory. Yet he see's no memory spirits, no entities of death in its myriad forms. Nothing.
Lol! You cornered me @Travis06489 I was running -3 penalty in my head to account for the location and the effect of the... er... webs.