The blue sky had vanished completely. Every living thing in the Dragon Plane had only to raise its head to see that enormous, horrifying wound in the heavens—and beings of transcendence rank and above could see through the wound to the dead, silent world on the far side of the dimensional rift.
The world boundary shuddered violently and shifted another five hundred kilometers inward. The void storms were no longer confined to the boundary's vicinity; they poured unhindered into the plane through its ripples and its weak points. In the shifting light and shadow of the boundary, countless demonic silhouettes could be faintly seen charging forward in wave after wave, never once falling back even as the storms ground them to dust.