...
The white had not arrived gently.
One blink the staging plain was a battlefield with a kilometers-tall mountain falling out of the sky onto it, every awakened emptying their reserves upward in a final coordinated push, helicopters wheeling out of the Kaiju's altitude band and reporters along the treeline already running.
The next blink the sky simply stopped. The horizon stopped with it. The trees stopped. The mountain stopped.
Where Kaiden's dungeon gate had stood, where the Kaiju's descending mass had been about to land, where the Chairman's second pressure-blade had been finishing its arc, there was now flat unwritten ground and a sealed boundary you could not see from this side.
The Kaiju was gone.
