The sky directly above the grand open-air summit of the fourth outer island no longer resembled the natural heavens of the mortal plane. The ambient atmospheric pressure had drastically plummeted, entirely replaced by an overwhelming, suffocating blanket of highly condensed, volatile spiritual density. Massive, heavy clouds of pitch-black and deep purple violently converged, completely blotting out the afternoon sun. The thick cloud cover actively ground against itself, generating terrifying, localized spatial frictions that caused the air to physically warp and shriek.
