With that Celeste, Seraphiel, Aeloris, and Tiamat descended from the fractured skies into the Seventh Threshold of the Prime Expanse.
The moment they crossed into the Threshold, the scale of the place became apparent.
It wasn't the size of typical continents, realms, or anything else—it was a massive, layered structure that spanned the scale of multiple planes of existence.
There were vast floating fortresses, connected by bridges of condensed light and reinforced conceptual matter, that extended endlessly in every direction.
As mentioned before, Thresholds served both as a military stronghold and a place of respite.
While most of its residents were frequently summoned to fight along the Wall of Death, there were still areas where they could rest, train, or simply live without the constant weight of battle looming over them.
Each individual possessed a private realm — a personal domain shaped by their own vision — that drifted like an island among the many layers.
