The abyssal dragon did not slow until it reached the scar.
It tore through the sky like a wounded beast fleeing into its den, its translucent body flickering violently as it poured what little source energy it had left into speed. The air screamed around it as the boundary of the world stretched thin, reality splitting apart along a jagged vertical wound in the heavens.
Up close, the 'scar' was far larger and more intimidating than it had appeared from afar.
The sky there was split open, layers of the world peeled back like wet parchment. Color failed first, bleeding from blue into bruised purples and sickly blacks that churned slowly, as if stirred by an evil breath from the other side. Along the edges of the tear, faint crackling echoed continuously, not lightning, but the sound of incompatible laws grinding against one another.
Aurem followed.
