Back in the Pyra Empire,
Around the capital, people lifted their gazes toward the Palace perched atop the mountain. Dark clouds swirled endlessly around it.
The Supreme General circled high above, while strange, rainbow-hued streaks rained down.
No one understood what they were witnessing.
Even Lyirrs, who had been fully absorbed in forging an artifact within her laboratory, felt it. A sudden tremor rippled through the mountain, sharp enough to rattle tools and fracture her concentration.
She rushed outside, only to freeze in shock as she saw something happening inside the palace.
Meanwhile, in the garden,
"Why is it taking so long?" Thalia shouted. Her eyes flicked toward the unstable portal as it visibly shrank. "The portal is collapsing right in front of us. We are still pouring Origin Crystals into it, so why is it reacting like this?"
No one answered immediately, because everyone of them wore the same expression.
