Once the voice finished speaking, the air, if it could even be called that, was thick with a silent, unending tension.
The realm around them pulsed in soft, colorless light, an ocean of emptiness where gravity felt optional and time uncertain. Every breath was shallow, every heartbeat a thunderclap in their own ears.
Albedo stood motionless at the forefront of the group, his platinum hair gleaming faintly against the ever-shifting void. The light here didn't behave normally, it curved, stuttered, then realigned in impossible geometries.
His eyes, bright with faint violet runes from his Source Code, scanned every ripple, every distortion. The amount of mana needed to read the Abyss was immense, and he quickly had to limit himself.
Behind him, Morgana's shadow tendrils twitched instinctively, lashing against nothing. Celeste's flames shimmered, dimmed, then flared again, even her fire couldn't fully anchor in this place.
