Stepping through the pearlescent vortex was nothing like the jarring, instantaneous spatial jumps Jovis usually executed. The transition into the Sacred Land was a slow, overwhelming immersion into an ocean of pure, unfiltered divinity. The air inside the celestial tunnel was thick and luminous. It hummed with a melodic frequency that vibrated not just in the eardrums, but directly within the marrow of their bones.
When the boots of the strike team finally touched solid ground, the deafening roar of the dimensional gateway snapped shut behind them. The silence that followed was absolute and profound.
Solis opened his eyes. He instantly tightened his grip on Noir's hand.
