The particles that had followed the tear in the Heavenly Canopy numbered in the hundreds; each was lighter than a feather, but as they fell, even the wind could not shake them, because they were a thing of contradiction.
While the void was boundless and infinite, and there were many spots where energy was prevalent, there were few places in the universe like Trion, where Lumina, the very essence of the gods and daemons, could be found in such volume, as the very air in the upper atmosphere seethed with this power.
Few Siphons would realize that while the Lumina on the ground below was incredibly thin, to the extent that the only way to grow as a Siphon would be to kill, what was available in the heavens was impossibly bountiful, and this resource was only available to the few.
