If anyone were to volunteer to breached the space themselves, it would cost them, greatly consuming their power and leaving them vulnerable, exposed. And none among them wished to be the first to show weakness. Not here. Not when surrounded by predators who would tear into them the moment they faltered.
So they waited. Letting the karmic rain do the slow, patient work. All of them, from the towering giants to the serpentine Elders wrapped in mist, stood still, eyes locked on the thin, quivering veil where the spatial barrier had grown weak.
But then— Suddenly—
The already opened tiny spatial hole connecting to Draeven's Labyrinth shut. Snapped closed like a mouth clamping tight.
The ripple of space mended, the blood rain momentarily pushed back. It happened in an instant — but it was enough.
All at once, the gathered beings stiffened.NTheir brows lifted in quiet surprise. Their gazes, sharp as blades, turned toward the direction of the rain.
