The massive explosion Sylvia had created outside the city walls still echoed like unending thunder when the three sisters moved swiftly into the dimensional rift area. The thick blackish-purple mist greeted them like a living, breathing blanket, its faint glow burning like an open wound from hell. The air inside the rift felt heavy, sticky, and filled with ancient energy that made every breath feel like inhaling raw, unrefined power. A sharp ozone scent mixed with the smell of hot metal and ancient blood filled their nostrils, while the purple stone walls pulsed slowly as if they had a heartbeat of their own.
The moment they stepped through the thick purple mist, Stacia's transformation magic that had been hiding their appearances shattered into pieces. A soft silver-purple light burst around the three of them, then vanished like smoke blown away by the night wind. Their simple merchant girl disguises collapsed completely in an instant.
