Never did I realize that I would be delighted to see the familiar orange skies of the Second Hell. There were no cracks nor crevices across the endless horizon. I was certain that even if I sat where I was forever, the sky would not fall on my face. You can never banish me. There it was again. I shook my head and stood up, ignoring the sharp pain that racked my sides. A weak groan escaped my lips as I struggled to straighten up. Before me, the opening to Gusion’s realm imploded. A chaos of colors rippled and whirled in the air as the dimension disintegrated from within. Unlike how it was inside the dimension, the crashing noises could not be heard from where we stood. Everything was so silent that if we did not know the rift was collapsing, we would be oblivious to the event. A final poof
