The space around them could no longer be called space. The ruins of the Temple of Nerys had completely vanished, replaced by invisible cracks that tore through reality like an old, worn fabric. Stacia felt the vibration in every fiber of her existence; the battle was growing fiercer, wilder, and if allowed to continue here, the waves of distortion would swallow everything, including Alicia and Sofia, who were still protected behind her thin web of time. Xynareth, with its geometric lines now rotating slowly but full of menace, seemed ready to unleash its full power. The needle of light in Stacia's hand pulsed, but she knew: this had to end somewhere else.
