Cracks suddenly appeared on the black ground, the empty atmosphere, and the starless sky above. They didn't expand or deepen. They materialized out of nowhere, distorting the scenery as a whole.
The area came to a complete standstill, frozen in time and space for a fraction of a second that seemed to last an eternity, granting everyone on scene an endless moment to absorb the breathtaking event.
It soon became clear that the ground didn't actually break. The air didn't crack, and no wounds had cut through the starless sky. Those material elements were still intact and unharmed, but the fabric of space over them wasn't.
Space didn't have a proper shape. It wasn't something people could grasp, but it existed nonetheless. It was nowhere and everywhere at the same time, too. It simply was, and Lord Envoy's technique had granted everyone first-row seats to its mysterious wonders.
