The portal hummed to life in the empty plain near Yoiglah's hallowed sanctuary piece, its edges shimmering like liquid mercury under Vaingall's stable skies.
The massive spell formation, etched with Eulanite runes and infused with Concentrated Darkness Essence, pulsed with an inviting glow—a soft, iridescent blue that beckoned like a siren's call.
Yet, the air around it crackled with danger, void essence from the formation's core leaking faint whispers of chaos, as if the unknown on the other side hungered for intruders.
The grass beneath it wilted slightly at the edges, reality fraying just enough to remind all present that this was no ordinary gate.
It led to a realm without spacetime, a void of pure potential where concepts might dissolve or warp into something unrecognizable.
Kivas stood before it, her silver-yellow hair catching the wind stirred by the formation's energy, her white dress flowing ethereally.
