Blood trickled from his split lip as the doorway changed.
The whiteness that had been fixed like a pillar since the seal failed began to thicken. It didn't rise from below, but pushed itself outwards, as though whatever waited on the other side decided the opening was sufficient. The pressure in the chamber doubled in the space of a breath. The dust of the room curled from the floor even without air currents, the walls fracturing with sharp reports.
All the remaining gods felt it at the same time.
