They exited through the back door in haste, the floor of the Rainbow Bridge already trembling beneath their feet from the clashing powers on the other side.
Love moved fast but some how still graceful— her silken robes trailing like comet dust behind her.
Behind them, the roars of the mini angelic war shook the air. Enel didn't need to look back—he could feel Pride's energy flaring in challenge against the tide of fallen power.
Then again, pride was not weak. This much was clear in his name.
Love paused near the edge of a radiant cliff. With a graceful motion, she raised her hand and carved open space itself. A glowing portal, humming with prismatic energy, split the air. Its swirling center shimmered with unknown stars, bound together by the divine emotions of its creator.
But the surge of power that came from opening such a gate was immense—it did not go unnoticed.
