The plane they stood on had no name that mattered anymore.
It floated somewhere above the world, above the rifts, above the chaos that was currently tearing through the sky below them, and from up here the scale of what was happening was visible in a way that made it worse rather than better.
Ophelia stood at the edge of it and looked down.
The being that had come through the rift was still moving, its four arms shifting, its wings casting shadow over everything beneath them, and the wave of purple energy it had released on landing was still rolling outward from the impact point in every direction, flattening whatever it found.
"That is an awakened abyss monster," she said.
Order stood beside her. He was looking at the same thing she was looking at, his expression carrying the particular quality it always carried now, calm without weight behind it, present without being fully there.
"A being capable of destroying an entire world if left without intervention," he said.
