The spatial tear snapped shut behind them with a sound that resembled a heavy velvet curtain falling over a thunderclap. The blinding, iridescent light of the celestial nebulas was instantly severed, and the swirling, pearlescent vortex collapsed into nothingness.
The transition from the absolute, unbridled majesty of the Sacred Land back into the mortal realm was a profound, physical shock to the system. In the divine plane, the spiritual gravity was a crushing, outward pressure designed to expand and test the limits of a soul. But here, standing upon the plush, familiar carpet of their island resort villa's living room, the sensation was entirely reversed. The mortal realm possessed a spiritual compression - a tight, restrictive containment that wrapped around their celestial auras like a heavy, lead-lined blanket.
