The key pulsed in Albedo's palm and he felt it continuously tremble as well, as if tugging at him to use it, to turn and open the dimensional vault.
He pressed the key forward into the air itself. Immediately, the space in front of Albedo shuddered, lines of scarlet light erupting outward and with a groan like the opening of ancient iron doors, a rift split open.
"Wow," Albedo muttered as he saw through the rift. What lay beyond was a galaxy, an endless cosmos.
He could see countless stars shining all across the sky, many of them pulsing faintly in various colors, some blue, others gold, and many of the crimson as if representing blood.
Each star had its own aura. Some twinkled silently, almost unable to be sensed, while others radiated with oppressive tyrannical power, and each star pulsed with a magnetic pull.
