As the light faded away, Ria and Luke finally saw the reality of Nyzel's realm.
A fractured sky split into three violet cracks.
The heavens tore apart like shattered glass, revealing the cosmic swirl of ominous energy flowing behind the cracks. A jagged spiral of lightning flickered through the gaps and struck against the tall obsidian pillars around them.
The ground cracked beneath their feet with floating pieces of debris crackling with electricity.
It felt like the first boundary they had to traverse but far far worse.
At the centre of this maelstrom, Nyzel stood. There was now a gaping hole in her chest but she paid it no mind. Instead, her energy continued to soar while being in this environment. The lightning that arced across the sky brought her satisfaction.
This was how it was always meant to be.
She was always meant to be the bringer of destruction. The icon of slaughter. The Sky Sovereign that brought terror to all who saw her.
