The meeting area was right on the cusp of expansion. Where the Abyss was weakest and just below the realm of the Surface.
A domain of fractured void, expanding with ease pulse as though it was a pair of lungs, breathing life into the Abyss. Mirrored reflections of the surface world forming a kaleidoscope of scenes in the sky above them.
Through the gaps, a sea of stars, colours and weaves of colour belonging to the void. Towers of energy reached towards the sky, attempting to fix these tears but the Abyss's expansion outpaced the repairs.
Beneath this radiant sky, an army of Hunters, each with a minimum of six Sigils while the Lord level beings stood beside the Apostles.
Just seeing the seriousness in their expressions was enough to cause Alice to swallow her saliva nervously.