((Played like a harp.))
Iroku, in his new stone body, stands tall before K2323, directing blasts of energy to deflect the slash attempts away from the thread before dropping to one knee, bent forward with his palms flat against the ground, arms crossed at the elbows. The bolt twists, rebounding off the barrier and arcing high into the sky of the Outerverse. It explodes in a shower of rain, fueling itself with the ambient energy emanating from all those present. every tiny bit of energy it touched was absorbed, its signature stolen from it as a new circle spreads across the ground. Extending several thousand miles from the center mark, the ornate circle immediately begins breaking down all that was not permitted. The magic, phantom or otherwise, is sucked towards the circle by the marks symbolizing elemental Wind and Space that shone bright green and silver respectively. Even that excess magic stored in K2323's body is sapped temporarily, like a vampire feeding on its victim. "You misunderstand. I fight not on the behalf of the Relorians or the Sons of Plunder, but for myself. I will not allow this place to be tamed by anyone for as long as I have the ability to fight. This place, that allowed me a child, has given me too much to stand idle. You speak as if you have some right to this place, as if my defense of it is an absurd concept, alien to you. And you forget that darkness is not always a bad thing."
The Sons' of Plunder thread splinters after it passes through the Outerverse's ground, rising up to form the Forge of Arianos and absorb the invading signature, combining it with that gathered from the DACI. With the absolutely massive amount of energy pouring in from the Rip, it took mere seconds for the Ritual to complete. Blackness swarms the area in the Outerverse, spreading through the Rip and the adjacent walls of both the Outerverse and the Aralang Prison Dimension, engulfing Hikaru, the Sages, K2323, the Aralangs, the Virus, everything. It continues to spread, further and further, until it reaches the edges of the APD and the opposite side of the Forge. The Sages, Aralangs and Virus find themselves in a very much real realm of pure, endless white, floating in nothingness, with no air or anything else around them. Luna, Alexander, Kerion, and Jade arrive a good distance in front of the horde, radiating with power as the Sages and Aralangs enter their world.
K2323 arrives in a small clearing in a rainforest at night, Iroku in his bear form standing before him, silvery-green eyes staring out from the shadows cast by the mile-tall trees. Multitudes of glowing eyes of all colors blink around K2323, and the trees erupt in whispers. How he could not even prevent the atrocities right before his eyes, his inability to take hold of the Sages, of his kin, and teach them to behave. How he continues to push all away in the name of the Sages, while his own sister threatens to destroy everything. "Welcome to my home, Mr. K2323 Tyris, false Prince of the Genesis Sages. You'll find departure quite impossible until I allow it."
Hikaru, however, finds herself in a far different place, one flooded with a feeling of familiarity. She stands in a small garden, surrounded by sweet-smelling flowers, facing a 2 story house. Voices can be heard from inside, including one that sounds suspiciously similar to her own. Magic and use of spirit energy end in nothing, as if neither were at all possible within this relatively small world. Even Hikaru's control over fire, granted to her by her Phoenix heritage, does not function here.
The three 'worlds' exist only within the blackness, borne of a new magic, infused into the Weaves of the Sons of Plunder and Iroku and formed directly around those drawn into them.
A short distance from the Outerverse side of the blackness, Animas arrives, fading into existence as if summoned there. Their twin voices, speaking into the now empty air, echo slightly. "And so it begins. Our power, left behind from ages unknown, is hereby divided amongst these seven, a number sacred in magic and in spirit. With it, we bequeath to them our will, that the Planes be shattered by war, so that they may rise above those without honor and forge the new world, standing tall and proud, seven as one." Bound to the place as the Embodiment of Love, their business with the fallen princess keeps even the Outerverse from evicting them.