The broken lane through the wall of law would not remain open forever.
Lucifer could see the edges trying to pull closed, golden light creeping back over the center of the wound they had forced into the barrier. Nyx braced the sides back with living darkness. Aeloria locked what little starfire she could still safely spend into the unstable frame. The rest of the team held the corridor with blood, fire, script, and will.
"Through," Lucifer said. "Now."
They pushed into the enclave.
The moment they crossed the threshold, the air changed. The cold pressure of the outer sector fell away and was replaced with something heavier and more focused. The chamber beyond the wall was vast and circular, with no true floor or ceiling, only layered barriers of compressed law that curved inward toward the center. At that center floated the orb.
Up close it was worse than the earlier glimpse had shown.
