Destroyed.
The observers on a platform of mystic power turned ashen pale to the zenith degree, watching as their planet, their home, began to split in two and become two halves of a once perfect sphere. There were cold gasps, heavy gulps, thuds of endless kneels, and horror-filled howls of loss, agony, and disbelief.
"It's…" The aged Timelord that had spoken before seemed to have lost his inner spirit, those wizened eyes reflected the continuously drifting Origin as it went into two different directions. The surface of the planet seemed abnormally grey, the atmospheric layers had thinned to non-existence, and the warmth of the planet's core began to rapidly descend, turning the planet into a frozen tundra, hounded by the infectious Dark Chill of the Void.