The noise brought everyone's gaze to the sky, where another, slightly different hole had opened in the fabric of space.
That new hole looked strangely stable, as if afraid of closing before it finished serving its purpose. The world on the other side was also dark, but that blackness was empty, not nothingness.
Of course, what followed made the audience lose any interest in the hole in the sky.
A black-haired man crossed the hole, walking in the air, straightening himself after he stepped out of its narrow edge. The sky fixed itself afterward, but something in its very nature seemed to have changed forever.
If any expert had to guess what had changed, they would think that the sky had learned to feel fear.
Khan didn't immediately look down. He heard his daughter's happy laugh and felt the countless awestruck gazes on him, but his obscuring vision rose above him, clouding the clear sky to inspect something far beyond it.
