"Oh, dear goddess Nethera. What am I witnessing?" Loudbark looked into the distance and could not help but pray to his deity, breath tight in his chest and voice barely more than a rasp.
The others were no different. Even the cold-eyed Gorathim stood wide-eyed, their composure stripped away, unable to grasp what kind of existence was descending into their mortal world. A hush spread over them, heavy and absolute.
In their sight, 2 structures appeared: 2 massive gates opening opposite each other in the darkness of the void, each many times larger than the Rank 4 Sszhar.
One gate seemed to burn with eternal fire. They could not see its interior from where they stood, yet the very sight of it sent heatless waves rolling over their skin and set a tremor in their bones.
Simply looking at that threshold dragged every sin before their eyes, as if a voice rose from within and whispered from inside their own chests, 'Kneel and ask forgiveness.'
