"Then I'll make my move."
The Emperor nodded, "Please, Mysterious Lady, give it your all."
"I will."
Nine blooming lotus flowers appeared beneath the feet of the Mysterious Lady of the Ninth Heaven, each lotus separating into nine petals and rising. She sang ancient chants with complex Sanskrit incantations, while a Seven-stringed Zither appeared in her hands. As she played, waves of visible light headed for the rift.
The light waves formed into strings, resembling zither strings.
It seemed like an attempt to sew up the rift in the Realm. Initially, it appeared effective, like stitching a wound bit by bit. But within three breaths' time, the light-string threads snapped, as the wound split open again, now wider than before!
It was as if a giant eye had gone from being a slit to half-open.
The Emperor furrowed his brows deeply, "Mysterious Lady of the Ninth Heaven, you may stop."
