“I advise against letting it touch our ship!” Ed warned, holding a different thick tome in his lap, reading up on the thing as they flew. “Its substance could rip us apart, if it wanted. Worse, though, it might just pass its arms right through our ship walls. If that negative Investiture touches our souls…”
“I assume it is unpleasant,” ZeetZi said. “Burn our eyes out in a flash?”
“Probably an explosion, actually,” Ed said. “The meeting of Investiture with so much anti-Investiture can be violent. Each of us would be vaporized in an explosion that would leave our physical forms splattered across our seats.”

Isles of the Emberdark Chapter 25