Following Khan's gesture, the Leviathan-class ship's engines whooshed, lifting the vessel from the sand, slowly tilting it toward the vast, pitch-black hole in the sky.
Meanwhile, tendrils of glowing darkness kept escaping the hole, as if they were tentacles of bottomless blackness stretching in search of more mana to annihilate.
The sky had mana, but it was faint, too insufficient to attract more of that gaseous energy. Also, there seemed to be a limit to how far that True Chaos could stretch past the shattered dimensional curtain, as if it lacked the power to perform an instinctive invasion.
Khan noticed that trend while inspecting the approaching hole from the ship's tip. Those tentacles of darkness wanted to dive deeper into Earth's sky, but something opposed them. They met the same resistance Khan had faced when opening that gate and lacked the strength to win against it.
