I barely felt the Stronghold shaking under my feet, not when the veil itself shrieked its agony. My magic tore at the edges and I was diving through, Max and the drach with me, Sass at my side. I gaped in horror, holding still with one hand clutching my chest as if I could keep the Universe safe even as, in a ripple of blips in the distance, entire planes snapped like rubber bands and vanished into the darkness.
How long it went on, how many we lost, I can't say. I only know I was gasping for breath into lungs that finally demanded air when the last one popped, a bubble bursting into the void. I leaned against Sass despite not needing such support inside the veil itself, the feel of his lean form necessary. Touch kept me grounded.
It was a somber group who turned and reentered the Stronghold underchamber. Gabriel sat on Creator's lap, silent and staring, while I struggled to find something to say.