When Amare saw the countless wormholes opening up from every single direction, her heart sank. She knew that whatever was happening was beyond their wildest imagination.
She wasn't the only one.
Every single person froze.
In the midst of a war.
In the midst of a war for the fate of Gaia.
Each and every single pathwalker, soldier, pilot, and official froze where they stood as the light from the wormholes finally reached them. They finally beheld holes boring through the very fabric of reality, releasing an ocean of nebula gas into their solar system.
Their expressions were horrified, while their eyes were filled with despair and reckoning.
Some sobbed.
Others screamed.
Most were just frozen.
They were just frozen where they stood, unable to process reality.
Unable to process the trajectory that reality had appeared to take.
They were already being pushed to their very limits against just the laminar army.
