Third person POV:
The rift that had been sealed release another pulse, and then silence was back once again.
The light that it had been flowing gradually changed into a very faint and dull color that could only be compared with the streaks of light across the sky caused by the setting sun and the veins of glass. The last remnants of the dimensional pressure were being sucked into nothingness as the wind around the rift collapsed and slowly moved inward.
As the last traces of the dimensional pressure were being sucked into void, Lincoln was lying below the rift, in a position that made him look like he was being held up by Ayaana.
A few seconds passed with no one trying to break the silence.
It was not that the silence was due to a lack of willingness to talk. As they're trying to reco
