With all of the enemies defeated, there was nothing stopping Damon from heading into the rift. He stood at the edge of the final path, no more tricks or illusions, just the rift pulsing before him.
Behind, the cathedral of High Resonance was already crumbling, especially due to the increased pressure exerted from the rift.
It was a spiraling vortex of fractured reality and Abyssal Will, stretching in every direction, feeding on the city's lifeblood like a parasite too ancient to be named.
The chains of darkness binding it now throbbed with grotesque power, tendrils coiling lazily in the air like they were waiting for him.
Damon took a breath, though even that felt distorted now, and stepped forward. The moment his foot passed the threshold, the world inverted.
Light vanished.
Not dimmed. Not blocked. It simply ceased to exist. Damon found himself completely surrounded by a void, not just pitch black darkness, but actually nothingness, negative.
