The vortex of greyish-white energy at the eastern nexus point pulsed with a raw, chaotic power that sent shivers down Einar's spiritual core.
The veil behind it was stretched thin, like tattered fabric about to tear completely, revealing a terrifying expanse of absolute nothingness.
Lyra focused her Soul Society energy, her brow furrowed in concentration as she attuned the mental conduit to the specific Void frequencies Einar had projected.
The crystalline array before them began to resonate, its soft blue light intensifying, a visible hum of power emanating from it.
"Ready, Einar," Lyra projected, her gaze unwavering. "Channel your Void energy through the conduit. Focus on the patterns, the counter-resonance. This veil is incredibly fragile; precision is paramount."
Einar closed his eyes, reaching deep within to the wellspring of the Void.
He visualized the intricate patterns he had learned in the Chambers of the Veils, the specific frequencies designed to mend the tears in the fabric of reality.
With a surge of will, he began to channel his Void energy, guiding it into the resonating crystalline array.
The array pulsed even brighter, and the air around it crackled with contained power. A focused beam of pure, controlled Void energy shot forth, directed by Lyra's attunement towards the swirling vortex and the weakened veil behind it.
The moment the amplified Void energy made contact, the chaotic energy of the vortex reacted violently, lashing out with tendrils of dark grey.
Zephyr, anticipating this, expanded his Radiant Flow shield, the brilliant orange barrier absorbing the brunt of the backlash, shimmering and straining under the force.
Einar maintained his concentration, feeding more of his Void energy into the conduit. He could feel the subtle resistance, the lingering echoes of Gorok's influence trying to disrupt the flow. He pushed through, focusing solely on the task at hand, his mind a channel for the mending frequencies.
Across the ravaged veil, a visible change began to occur. The tattered edges shimmered and seemed to draw inwards, the terrifying emptiness receding fraction by fraction.
The swirling greyish-white vortex began to shrink, its chaotic energy becoming less frantic, almost… subdued.
Lyra monitored the process with intense focus, making minute adjustments to the conduit's alignment.
"It's working… slowly. The damage here is extensive."
Suddenly, a piercing shriek echoed across the desolate expanse.
Two figures emerged from behind a crumbling spire of light in the distance, their corrupted light burning with a furious intensity.
They moved with terrifying speed, clearly alerted to their efforts.
"More Nullsworn," Zephyr projected urgently, his Radiant Flow shield pulsing defensively. "Lyra, Einar, hurry!"
The pressure mounted. Einar had to maintain his focus on the delicate process of mending the veil while knowing that enemies were rapidly approaching.
The amplified Void energy was having an effect, but the veil was still dangerously weak.
The fate of this section of the Silent Sands Expanse, and perhaps more, hung in the balance.